(Human au + req)

He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye, he said he was 6 foot two and I’m like ‘dude, nice try,’ but he was so much fun, and he had such weird friends, and he would take us out to parties, and the night would never end, another song, another club, another bar, another dance, and when he’d say something wrong he’d just fly me to France!

Jason Grace was the son of a famous businessman. He was a billionaire, a model, like yourself. Your family were millionaires, lawyers, Yale graduates. Both of your families were great friends because ironically they were Jason’s parents lawyers.

Jason had it bad for you. He would do anything you wanted him to. You two were never apart. Date nights every night, hangovers every morning. You were both living the teenage dream. You were rich and famous and gorgeous people with no care for the world but each other.

Jason had really messed up on his way back from an outlet mall in Santa Barbara. He just hadn’t said the right thing at that moment and it probably wasn’t an appropriate comment for any moment. So he grabbed you by the arm before you could walk away and kissed you.

”How about I book us a room in Saint Tropez again, baby?”