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You step into the corner store before Jason, letting him finish his cigarette outside while you pursue the snacks you had been craving all night. You pick up some small things, a bag of chips, some candy, those god awful cookies that have way too much sugar - the one Jason always calls you a grandma for eating.
And then he comes in, nonchalant, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket. He side eyes you, he's so tall he can see you over the short aisles, and walks around pretending he doesn't know you. You pretend to ignore him, go about your shopping, hum softly as you check out some new novelty candy and put it back.
Jason walks down the aisle and places a hand on your lower back to pass by you and your knees almost buckle from the simple gesture.
“‘scuse me, ma'am.” He tells you quietly with a playful smile. You raise an eyebrow and nod once.
“No problem.” You simply respond before making your way to the slushie machine. You hear Jason grab a couple of things off the shelves before he's standing next to you.
He leans against the counter as you pour your red slushie and he smirks.
“Red’s pretty good. ‘s a nice color.” He practically croons. “How ‘bout I get blue and together we can make purple?” He waggles his eyebrows. You stop in disbelief before you cackle at him. Loud and unbridled. He joins you.
“You're so stupid.” You say, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.
“Yeah, but I'm your stupid.”
“How unfortunate for me.” You tease him back. You grab your slushie and head to the counter. Jason continues to shop.
You set your goodies on the counter and smile at the cashier, exchange pleasantries - you'd always been too nice for your own good, Jason would tell you.
“You know, I just.. I have to say - you are just.. wowl.” The cashier compliments you. Your cheeks warm and you smile politely.
“Oh, thank you.” You respond almost bashfully, silently hoping Jason would just hurry up.
“Can I ask if you have a boyfriend?”
Oh.
You do your best to keep the grimace off your face. Before you can even respond a heavy arm is slinging itself around your shoulders and Jason is pulling you into his side.
“Yeah.” Is all he says. His voice is flat but his eyes are murderous. He sets down the few things he had grabbed, a box of condoms on the top of the pile.
Your cheeks are hot now.
“O-oh, shit. Sorry man, I didn't-” The cashier shuts himself up and rings you out.
Jason grabs the plastic grab with the attitude of a teenage girl who just got told she was grounded, practically ripping it from the guy's hand. You feel the heat radiating off of him as he guides you outside.
“‘Can I just say, you're wow?’ What a tool.” Jason mocks the cashier before scoffing.
“Don't be rude.” You hold back a snort.
“Ain't bein’ rude. Who the hell flirts like that?” He asks sarcastically.
“Coming from, “you get red and I'll get blue and together we'll make purple”.” You mock his voice teasingly and he shoots you playful glare.
“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbles, tugging on a strand of your hair before he smiles.
You take a sip of your slushie before looking up at him, “The condoms were completely unnecessary by the way. Rubbing it in his face.” You smirk.
“Had to assert dominance." He shrugs simply.
“What are you, a dog?” You tease.
“Maybe. If I say yes will you put a leash on me?” He gives you a wolfish smile and your face burns.
“Shut up, stupid.” You mumble.
“Yeah but I'm your stupid.”