Forever..ch.2

"I'm so in love, with yooooou," i sang as I rode in the passanger seat of Jason's car. "Without you, I don't know what I would dooo."
He smiled, glancing over at me as I threw my head back and squinted my eyes shut for the dramatic a-capella peice of the song. I spun my head around in a circle dramatically as he laughed out loud.
"Did you ever consider the fact that you might be criminally insane?" he asked me.
"I haven't!" I giggled, reaching for his hand on the gear shift. "Do you think I am?"
"No," he glanced back at the road before slowing down at the red light. "I don't. I think your singing is adorable. Which is strange, because in all honesty, you can't sing." His face lit up, knowing he'd started an argument. Jason loved to argue, about anything and everything. Mostly because he was almost always right.
"You lie!" I yelled at him, smiling so he'd know I wasn't mad. "I'm going to be a famous singer one day! I'm amazingly talented!"
"Sweetheart," he cooed, running his finger along my cheekbone. "You can't carry a tune in a bucket. I just don't want you getting your hopes up and having them crushed later."
"I think you're jealous," I shot back at him. "You just wish you could sing like me!"
"Once again, you really can't sing." The light had turned green as he put his foot down on the accelorator. "I can tell you your biggest problem, if you'll actually listen."
"I'll humor you," I smiled at him. "What's the worst part about my singing?"
"Anytime you sing a word with a long 'o' or a long 'u'," he glanced at me before taking his eyes back to the street. "Actually, long 'e's normally do it too. You hold those letters for too long."
I burst out in laughter. "I was doing that for you all along!" I laughed at him. "I knew you loved it! That's the only reason I ever sang like that!"
"Well, when you become world famous, my name better be the first one on the list of thank-you's." He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "If it isn't I'll be very disappointed."
"Promise," I nodded in agreement with myself. "As soon as I become world famous."
A squirrell darted in front of the car, and Jason swerved gently to the left to avoid hitting it. A sappy love song from a movie soundtrack came on the radio, and I reached up to change the station.
"How far away are we from your mom's?" I asked as I found a Metallica song on the local rock station.
"Ten minutes, maybe? Why, sick of being in the car alone with me already?"
I laughed at the thought. "Never," I answered. "I'm just afraid one of these days you'll get sick of me, and then I'm shit out of luck."
Jason slowed down at another red light. His face suddenly went serious. "Becca," he said, turning to face me. "I will never, ever get sick of being with you."
I smiled, seeing how serious he was taking the conversation. "I know, baby," I assurred him. "I was kidding."
"I figured," he glanced up at the light again, then caught me in his stare, his eyes seeming to search through my soul. "But I want you to know. I really do love you."
I broke his gaze, looking down shyly at my feet. I looked back up at him again before answering, "I love you too."
He leaned in slowly, kissing me softly on my lips. I saw the light change out of the corner of my eye. "Green," I said, my mouth still touching his. He accelorated again.
We drove on again in silence for a few minutes. Finally, I broke the silence.
"Sweetie, I didn't mean to upset you or anything," I stared, not really sure what was wrong.
"It's nothing," he said quietly. He took my hand in his, rubbing his fingers softly against mine. I squeezed his hand, trying to calm him down, when I happened to look down at his cell phone. Someone was calling him, and the screen on the front was lighting up with a number I didn't recognize.
"Jas, someone's calling you," I told him, reaching down with my free hand to pick up the phone.
"No," he answered quickly, taking the phone from me. "I don't want to answer it right now."
"Um," I hesitated, "O.K. Sorry."
He didn't say anything. Instead he set the phone in the cup holder between the two of us. Something strange was going on.
"Jason, who was that?" I asked him, a hint of worry showing through in my voice.
"Nothing, no one I mean," he answered me.
"So you recognized the number?" I prodded. "Who was it hun?"
"No, I didn't. I didn't know who it was." He was silent again. It was obvious that was the only answer I'd get, at least for now. I was determined not to forget about the call. We didn't keep secrets from each other, Jason and I. I'd ask him about it later, and he'd explain everything to me.
At least I hoped.