J. and B: The Aftermath of The Kiss

The day after the kiss

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Jason lay in his bedroom, the music raised to the highest volume, the windows and doors locked. “It was a dream. Braden isn’t gay…is he? No, I’ve known him forever. He’s not gay. He was just having a bad day.” Jason was deep in thought when his cell phone rang. He never picked up before the third ring but this time he swiftly grabbed the phone and answered it before the first ring could end. “Hello.”

“You are never to see my son ever again. Do you hear me you little ragamuffin? Keep your faggot lips and hands off of my son, you hear me?” Then the person hung up. Instantly, Jason noticed the hatred and spitefulness in the person’s voice. “Mrs. Winters. That fucking, menopausal prostitute!” Jason got off of his bed and grabbed his coat, threw it on and stormed out of his house. He got into his car and drove over to Braden’s house.

Jason pulled up to Braden’s house and instantly noticed movement in Braden’s room. He climbed up to Braden’s bedroom window and knocked till Braden appeared. His face was red and puffy like he’d been crying for days. “Hey man. We need to talk. Come downstairs real quick.” Jason jumped down from Braden’s window sill and looked up in anticipation, waiting to see if he would come down. Apprehensively, Braden jumped out of his window and fell to the ground. “Man, are you ok?” Jason asked as he helped Braden up from the ground. “Yeah I’m fine”, he replied. Jason hugged Braden and said, “Dude, are you ok? Your mom called me and said some really stupid stuff. I seriously need to do something about her. Tranquilizer or something…margaritas helped me mom…although she died...but I mean if your mother died it would be like doing the world a favor...”

“WOULD YOU STOP INSULTING MY MOTHER?” Braden snapped at Jason’s repeated offensive remarks towards his mother. He balled up his fist and swung it at Jason’s face. The impact was massive. Jason, caught off guard, fell to the ground. A drop of blood now lay on his lower lip from the blow. “Are you fucking serious B? You’re gonna punch me? Your best friend since elementary? Fine. That’s how you want it.” Jason, filled with rage shoved Braden down to the ground and jumped unto him. He threw punches at Braden like a vicious madman. He was hitting him so hard and swiftly that he could not hear Braden’s tears and crying. Soon, though, he stopped and saw that he had hurt the only friend who’d really cared for him. He stood up and got off of Braden.

He stretched out his hand to help him up. In a swift movement Braden jumped up and pulled Jason down to the ground so that he was on top of Jason. He whispered into Jason’s ear, “Nothing was ever the same after that night. I thought you would remember that night but I see I will have to jog your memory.” In a split second fangs emerged from Braden’s mouth. He plunged them into Jason’s neck. Jason felt heat and pain enveloping his entire being. He felt like he was dying…but he wasn’t because he could still feel his heartbeat and he could still hear himself breathing. “Now you will remember everything, Draco.” With that, Jason felt himself slip into a deep sleep.

Jason jolted up from his bed. “It was just a dream.” He passes his fingers on the spot he was bitten and feels his smooth skin but no marks or scars. He swings his feet over the bed to get off when he hears his phone beep.

**TEXT MESSAGE**
Braden:
Hey Jase. Just wanted to say sorry about my crazy ass mom. She told me she called you and she told me what she said. Know that we’re always gonna be friends no matter what. And sorry about kissing you

Jason was about to respond when his phone beeped again.

**TEXT MESSAGE**
Braden:
Oh by the way, last night was real…just look in the mirror.

Jason dropped his phone in terror. He walked over to his mirror and stared at himself in horror. He had fangs and yellow eyes. “Oh shit…”

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