Jason's Bunk (BoO Spoilers)

Tara smiled. "So, true." They kissed some more. The firecrackers kept going off, lighting up the room. "Jason,
I think someone's trying to get you attention."

"I don't care. Nick is the toughest kid I know, he can-"

"JASON, HELP ME! GETTING STOMPED ON RIGHT NOW!"

"-fight off monsters, he can fight off some-"

"GETTING KILLED HERE!"

"JFGs. He's just lieing so he can come inside because of his dog. Notice you can't hear girls screaming?" He looked back at the window, then just sighed. He hugged Tara.

Jason's hug was warm and welcoming. "Okay."

"Fine, Brownie, I'll just go make you some Puppy Delights."

Jason started to kiss her again. He stopped. As she sat on his lap, facing him, he smiled, "wanna play Truth or Dare?"

Tara but her lip, "sure. You first."

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." Tara pulled the blanket up onto her shoulders.

"How much do you like my muscles and abs?" He showed them both.

Tara smiled and put both hands on his abs, "A lot." She pulled his shirt back down. "Truth or Dare?"

He smiled. "Well...I'm sleepy, goodnight." He put her on his bed, and pretended to sleep, on the couch. Eventually, he did.

Tara laid in his bed for several hours before actually falling asleep. Once she was asleep she didn stay asleep very well.

In the morning, when Jason woke up, he went into the bathroom, getting ready for the gym. He remembered his gym shirt was on his...bed. He went out of the bathroom, shirtless. He slowly picked up Tara, but it wasn't there. He looked all over the place. When he couldn't find it, he just gave up. He looked in Tara's direction, assuming she was still asleep, as his mirror. He kept flexing his muscles and making his abs tighter.

Tara rubbed her eyes, "what are you doing?"

"Trying to find a shirt. But according to your list, and last night, you like my abs and muscles. I'd think it'd be best for you to stay here, avoid the JFGs and stuff." He went over to her. He grabbed a tissue and picked something green off her face. "OKay, ew." He threw it away. "Well, looks like I'm gonna have to work out here...so since you won't ever admit it again, feel free to leave." He started lifting.

Tara pulled the blanket over her shoulder and watched Jason. "Why do you get up so early?"

"Because. Sleep is the one thing that I quite frankly don't need." He kept lifting, and did a few power tricks to show off a little. Sweat ran down him as he lifted around 250 pounds over his head. He thought of Tara trying to lift them. She probably could lift 10 at most. His sweaty chest started to look more like a waterfall the more he lifted.

Tara tried to read a book, but Jason was really distracting. She kept looking up and had barely read ten pages.

When Jason was done, he looked a mirror and repeatedly flexed and tightened his abs. He looked back at Tara, drying off with a towel. He smiled, looking at her. "I've seen you get one hundred pages done in twenty minutes. How come in an hour you got twenty pages done now, then?" He laughed. He looked away, back at the mirror, checking a bit more. He saw her in the background. Jason went over, taking the book off of her. He positioned her head towards the mirror, and continued. He didn't tell her, but her hair was still a mess, typical morning breath, and she had mucus on her face. Also, she had an old shirt, sweatpants, and bunny slippers on still.

She smiled, "I'm a mess. Can I use your shower?"

"Of course. Go right ahead." He soon stopped, drinking some water. When she was in the bathroom, he sat on the couch, watching some TV. When she came out, he was working out again, but he didn't notice her.

Tara was wearing jeans and a sweater with her hair in a bun. She sat it the couch ad pretended like she was watching tv, but was actually stealing glimpses at Jason.

Jason stopped. He drank a full bottle of water, then used a towel to stop sweating. He sat on the couch, watching it with her. He put his arm around her. He took another drink of water. Before long, he drifted off. His abs were very close to Tara. He sort of positioned himself this way before he slept. Just before he went to sleep, he started holding her hand. In the middle of his sleep, he dropped her hand on his abs. He was basically out cold from lost of sleep.

Tara looked up at Jason. He was asleep, even though he said he didn't need it.

Jason kept sleeping. He tightened his abs in his sleep, dreaming about the gym, to where her hand on his abs could feel it.

Tara could feel Jason tightening his abs and moved her hand. "Are you awake?"