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therandomletters · 5 years

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The downfall

(Just a little warning before we start. If you are reading this for some reason I want to let you know, there’s mention of consuming drugs and depression/synthons of mental illness in this series. So please if you feel like you can get triggered by any of those topics, please don’t read)

“What happened to you?” no one had asked James that yet, although it was what he felt everyone wanted to know about him at this point.

It wasn’t like Stella was friends with him back in high school, but if she was something that was observant and she liked to think she knew the type of person James was – nothing like what she had seen in the past few months.

“Life? I don’t fucking know anymore”

“That’s a shitty answer and you know it” what could she say, she wanted to know more about the rare boy sitting in the couch of her basement “you had a chance of a good future, you’re talented and you were in art school, then all of the sudden you’re at my door asking for drugs, there’s more to it than just life”

Of course Stella had a theory, she knew about the break up with Alex and how after that is when things went downhill. Someone once told her that real love is when you can’t exist without someone, when you rather die than be apart, when the whole world goes dark and nothing else matters but the person standing in front of you. So was it that the reason? Was James so heartbroken because his boyfriend had broken up with him that he didn’t find meaning to life anymore? Because it looked like that, but Stella refused to believe that was the meaning of true love, it was way too dark for her liking.

“I got a revelation, I guess” James was trying to avoid the conversation, even if he wanted to believe he didn’t care at all anymore he was scared that the reminder of everything he had been through hurt as much as it did at the beginning.

“You mean Alex broke up with you? That was a revelation?” was it weird that Stella felt the need to protect James like if he was a five-year-old? Or how other people would call it ‘the brother she never had’, because for some reason she had the need of punching whoever hurt the kid, but then she had to remember she was asking to know the whole story, she couldn’t let her gut decide how the story ended.

“You could say so” he sighed, feeling the urge of explaining himself better “it helped me to realize I wasn’t trying to get better for me but for everyone around me and I hated that feeling, I couldn’t make it go away” not being with Alex hurt like hell, he always thought he was the love of his life, the person he would spend the rest of his life with and the one who could save him from his messed up fate – and he hated the fact that somedays he still felt that way.

Because of James’ expectations on his relationship with Alex he got anything but hurt and when Alex decided to end things, James realized the big mistake he had made in relaying everything on someone else, because in that moment he was lost. Broken, lost and in love with someone he couldn’t be with.

“You don’t want to get better?” that question made James laugh out of instinct, at least he could laugh about certain things now.

“If I could be someone else, I would” by the expression on Stella’s face he realized that wasn’t an answer for her question “what get better means? Be who I used to be? There’s nothing to go back to, I don’t know what being my old self means because I’ve never lived for myself”

“Getting better doesn’t mean go back to who you used to be, believe me when I say if someone had told me back in junior year I would be getting high with you every other night I would have laugh at their face” she chuckled “but yeah, getting better means become who you want to be”

“why are you giving me all this crap?” James frowned staring at her “you live in your parents’ basement and sell drugs to high school kids, are you telling me that is who you want to be for the rest of your life? You’re as fucked up as me”

“I never said I wasn’t, asshole” she had the chance of going away after high school, her parents are loaded and willing to pay whatever it needs to be paid if that means their daughter builds a future for herself, but that is not what Stella wants “at least I know the reason why I’m fucked up, do you even know why are you fucked up?”

James gave her an ‘are you kidding me’ look, because everyone knew what had happened to his family a while back. Stella wasn’t an exception, she knew the tragedy, but she wanted him to talk about it, he had never mentioned it - not even once.

“Because my mother died, is that what you wanted to hear?” honestly yes.

“How does that fuck you up?” now this hang out session felt like a therapy session.

“How does it not?” James knew almost nothing about Stella’s family, but he knew about his own and what family meant for him, that’s why losing his mother changed everything for him “most days she’s all I can think about, I live in the memories and in how things would be if she was still here. It’s been over two years and I still wake up every morning and for the first few seconds I don’t remember she’s gone, then I do and I get all my energy and will to exist drained out of me”

And in that moment Stella understood the reason why he wanted to be out of his mind every hour of the day, to not remember any of that. But she still couldn’t comprehend why he didn’t stay in therapy and taking the medication they had prescribed for him.

“Getting high and drunk isn’t going to fix any of that, it is only a temporary thing and at the end of the day you’re still fucked up” her guess was that he probably knew that already, but she wanted to see how far gone he was.

“who said it’s fixable? Or that I want to fix it? I don’t have a reason to try to so, what’s the point? you were supposed to provide me drugs and don’t ask questions”

How long they’ve been hanging out? Because it was close to a year at that point and it wasn’t the usual for Stella, she would take your money and wouldn’t care about what you do next. For some reason James was different. One of the first times he went to knock on her door it was pouring outside and he was as normal as any other day, besides the fact that he looked like a wet abandoned dog, that was the first time Stella offered him to come inside, because she knew he didn’t do drugs in his house and leaving him out in the rain felt wrong.

“Aren’t friends supposed to care?” she wouldn’t know, she was friends with everyone and anyone at the same time, so it wasn’t like she spent her time hanging out with the same people to call them friends.

“Friends? Are we friends?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” for Stella’s surprise she cared about James’ answer to that question. What if she was the only one of the two who saw their relationship as more as a business one? She hated to admit it, but she would be hurt.

James needed some time to elaborate an answer. He needed to think. Did he wanted that? Did he see Stella as a friend? It shouldn’t be a big deal, but it was.

To understand James reasoning you have to know what he’s been through. As a child he wasn’t a social butterfly, he wasn’t especially shy either, the kid was in the middle of the balance – but you would find him in his own imaginary world.

As a result, James grew up leaning more towards the shy and awkward kid when it came to meet new people. By the time he realized people actually socialized outside their own siblings and family friends everyone had things figured out, except for him.

So no, he didn’t have many friends growing up. James rotated around Alex - apparently depending on him had been something that started at a very young age. But yeah, James basically had Alex and Alex’s friends growing up, until high school came along. From that moment on he dived into his own universe and it was population: 1. James Rogers.

It was hard to even know what he wanted, who doesn’t want friends? But at the same time who thinks everyone in their lives is going to leave when it’s least expected? Because that is James’ problem, he wants to protect himself from getting hurt, he despites feeling hopeless and how he can’t control it.

“I don’t… I don’t know” he confessed out loud “I don’t know if I can handle losing you too” Stella wasn’t the only who felt a strong connection, so did James towards the girl. He didn’t feel judged or anxious around her and that was a nice change.

“Who said you are going to lose me?” Stella knew from where this was coming from, so she felt the need to reassure him “listen to me, crackhead” she moved to a better sitting position to look at James better “I would never, willingly, leave your stupid ass, hear me?”

James chuckled when he saw she was offering him her hand like if they were sealing a deal “okay” he took her hand and shook it “friend” he laughed harder at the cringe expression she made.

“If you get all sappy on me, I’ll take it back” she joked pulling her hand away and getting back on her laying position.

And five months after here she is, pacing nervously through the crowded ER hall, waiting for someone to tell her that James was going to be just fine. That’s when she saw the familiar face of Steve Rogers, she had called him from James’ phone right when they arrived to the hospital and to say he looked nothing like the superhero she had always envisioned him as in her head was an understatement, he was obviously agitated - the usual when you get a call in the middle of the night telling you that your son has overdosed.

Stella made him a signal to let him know she was the one he was looking for “have the doctors said anything?” was the first thing he said when he approached her. To what she could only, sadly, shake her head.

#james rogers #original character #original story #marvel au #the downfall #imagine #imagines

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therandomletters · 5 years

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The downfall

As his hand reached for the switch of the lamp on the nightstand he knocked down the old sketchbook that had been occupying space next to an empty bottle of pills and a half empty glass of water, it would be surprising if he didn’t knock down the glass and the bottle too.

James finally managed to turn the lamp on, which made him squint his eyes before the blinding light. It wasn’t even that bright, it was dim and almost inexistent since the had put a pair of his underwear on top so it would provide less light. But he stayed out of the sun or any kind of light for most days, so the slightest ray of sunshine or artificial light bothered him.

Things had been rough for the past few years, but during holidays everything became ten times harder and since Jazz had arrived he just felt like not leaving his bed. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his sister to death, but changes, as small as that one was, were a whole deal for the young boy.

Jazz had been trying to get him out of bed since he decided he was better there, what she didn’t know was that her attempts only made him want to say in more. This made it easier for him to change his schedule. Sleep during the day, get out and wasted at night.

The getting wasted part was a recent thing, for the past year or so he had been sneaking out of the house at night to meet with Stella - back in high school she was known for being the main provider of anything illegal you could ask for. Even if it was hard to believe for James, some things still remained the same, Stella’s business was one of those.

That is where our boy was heading to, Stella’s basement. Surprisingly enough the girl had taken him under her wing, meaning she liked hanging out with him and since James wasn’t just going to take whatever she gave her to bring it home, he stayed in her basement for the night either drinking or taking whatever new pills Stella had - in the hopes that doing that would give him a few minutes of complete silence, away from everything and everyone. That was what James was seeking, the feeling of the world going quiet.

“Heard your siblings are back home” Stella was sitting on the floor, back against the couch and head leaned back as she took a puff of the joint she was smoking.

James was laying on the couch, eyes closed as he listened to the soft music playing on the back and now Stella’s talking. Both sounds were muffled due to the effect of the pills she had given him when he first arrived.

Because of the strong effect they caused, he had to take it slow and get in that laying position, too weak to even respond to her comment.

“Also all the Barnes” she made an emphasis on ‘all’ in the hopes of getting a response from James.

That made James laugh a little, which Stella didn’t quite understand, but also didn’t question. What she didn’t know is how James had been avoiding the Barnes for the longest time. Family diner on the weekends? Don’t count him in. Any of them at his house? Find him locking his door and blasting some music. And of course no coming anywhere near their house.

Again, this is nothing personal against them, he had a deep love for his extended family, but spending even five minutes with them would take James who knows how long to recover. It didn’t matter how many things he tried, nothing would work to overcome the feeling that takes over his body whenever he does something that reminds him how things used to be.

“Including Alex” Stella wasn’t much of a patient person and James not answering wasn’t helping her with that, so she went straight to the point.

One of the many times he had gotten drunk in that same basement he had told Stella a lot about his life, and Stella wasn’t blind, she had witnessed James’ behavior back in high school herself. The few people James floated around – mostly his siblings - and the way he looked at Alex Barnes.

Silence remained as James’ answer, he was listening, but didn’t feel like even starting to talk about it.

“Are you still alive over there?” she asked punching his leg.

The music on the background was the only sound that filled the room for the next couple of minutes, until James felt the punch she had given him and he reacted.

“Yea” James groaned “you have more?” he asked after a while, extending his arm with his palm opened, thinking she would straight away would give him what he wanted.

“Dude, forget about overdosing in my basement, I’m not giving you any more pills” sure, Stella had a guaranteed business with James, but she wasn’t stupid, she needed to set some boundaries - otherwise James would keep going one after another until he wouldn’t wake up, also the boy had grown on her and she didn’t feel like watching him die in her old couch.

“You’re a party pooper” Stella found funny the way wasted James talks - he slurs every word and his voice gets deeper and raspier.

“And you need to get your dick suck to blow off some steam” she chuckled, slapping James’ hand away.

“No shit, Sherlock” his eyes opened slightly, he was trying to focus his eyes on her, although everything was pretty blurry “do you wanna suck it?” he asked, his eyebrows raising at the same time as his goofy smile.

“Maybe” she took a second to take another puff of the joint “If I were into dicks” the high couple of friends looked at each other, keeping the stare contest for a little longer until both of them cracked laughing.

Eventually the laughing died down and none of them said anything else. James was still very much in a different world while Stella had changed positions to lay completely on the floor, staring at the ceiling, which was painted with a weird attempt of a replica of the starry night – it looked awful.

“I’m hungry” James announced out of the blue.

When he didn’t get a reply from Stella he started the process to get up from the couch. First step was changing to a sitting position, second step – rest for a couple of minutes until the room stopped spinning.

After that he managed to get up and stumble to the old dresser, where normally he would find the first drawer full of snacks, but this time when James opened it there was nothing.

“you gotta be kidding me” he mumbled, checking the rest of the drawers to see if maybe he had made a mistake and it was a different one, but no luck – all of them were empty.

“Don’t waste your time, there’s no food” Stella informed him.

“I’ll go get some” there was a 24-hours-open shop not too far away and even though he was so tired he had to drag his feet in order to walk and ever more on drugs - he was hungrier.

“you’re gonna freeze your ass” Stella was too high to make it sound like the cold weather was a real problem and James still didn’t give a fuck, so he left.

He put his hood on and went outside into the snowy and windy night. The cold wind against his skin made it feel like a thousand tiny needles were being stabbed on the face, which helped him a little to be back into the real world.

The streets were empty, something to be expected at 3 a.m., but still a nice surprise for James, who decided to take his time to wander under the faded street lights. He thought it was a good idea to eat some snow, but it wasn’t – the after taste was sickening.

For a moment he forgot where he was going, even where he was in that moment, but when he saw the lights of the store in the middle of the parking lot he remembered he was actually hungry and his mission was to get some snacks.

Obviously the store was deserted. The only person there was the clerk, who couldn’t care less about James’ presence, his attention was focused on the comic he was reading and that was simply perfect for James.

He walked with heavy feet through the store, lights too bright for his own liking, and after grabbing some doritos and a few chocolate bars he went into the liquor section. He checked for any cameras pointing at him or to the bored clerk to see if he was looking at him, he wasn’t, so James took one of the smaller bottles of ron and hide it under his hoodie.

Shoplifting wasn’t a regular thing for James, this was maybe the second time he was doing it, and the rush of adrenaline through his body after he walks out into the cold again it’s what makes it worth it.

“I don’t even like this shit” he said to himself as he pulled the bottle outside to take a better look at it.

Taste wasn’t something important for him anymore anyways, he was down to drink whatever that gets him out of the agony that meant to be himself. That’s why he opened the bottle and took a long gulp, feeling how it burned down his throat.

“Fuck” he groaned before continuing his way to Stella’s basement. And maybe you’re thinking what a bad idea it is to mix alcohol and pills, James knows it, the problem is he doesn’t care.

The idiot kept drinking on his less than ten-minute walk, being more and more intoxicated by the second. In those conditions he couldn’t recall feeling much, but he knew the feeling was something he hadn’t experienced before.

He could feel his heart pounding really fast on his chest, his legs were failing him along with his hands, they were too weak to even hold the bottle of alcohol anymore. The light in the street seemed to be less and less bright as the stumbled with trouble. Next thing he knows he collapsed on the snow, unable to move any part of his body or even keep his eyes open.

About five minutes after James fell unconscious was when a very much high Stella found him, he had made it to her house, but not inside. The sight of the boy’s body, looking like he was dead, was the perfect thing to activate her emergency mode and make sure he was still alive.

There was pulse, slow and she could be perfectly getting confused by her own pulse, which was racing giving the circumstances, but she wanted to believe that James Rogers hadn’t overdosed on her front yard.

First thing she did was to move him on a different position, on his side, because the plan was make him throw up and empty his stomach from all he had taken in.

She tried, with the best of her abilities she had developed over the years, but he wasn’t reacting and that is when she reached for her phone to call 911. As if James knew what she was about to do he started to throw up every single thing he had eaten that day.

Stella dropped her phone and helped him to stay in the position he was in, she even tried the rubbing back thing, but it only made her more nervous since the boy was shaking like crazy.

Once he stopped throwing up – for the moment – Stella helped him up, one of his arms over her shoulders and of hers around his waist to help him stay up and make it inside the house, where she helped him to lay on the couch – on his side, of course – and went to get as many blankets as she could find, not only he could overdose but also, what if he was hypothermic? She had no idea how long he had been outside in the cold, he was lucky she thought about going out to see if he was coming back.

James was going in and out of consciousness, it depended if he was throwing up or not, but the entire picture looked scary, life threatening scary. That left Stella with no other option but to call an ambulance, she knew that wouldn’t be James’ choice and he will surely be very mad at her, but not calling an ambulance meant that maybe he didn’t get the chance of being mad at her, because he would be dead.

#james rogers #the downfall #original character #original story #imagine #imagines #marvel au

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therandomletters · 5 years

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Stolen Dance

Being back home was exactly what I needed, I love living in Manhattan, my friends, being in the college I had always dreamt about, but nothing compared to what I was feeling in the short time I had been back. Sure, it is also harder in other aspects like the fact that not all of us were back and I didn’t know when I would see my two missing sisters and specially coming back home for a holiday celebration where my mom wouldn’t be present.

Besides the few cons I can’t believe I didn’t decide to come visit sooner, but let’s focus on the positive – I was back home at the perfect time, snowing time. For some reason all the Rogers’ kids, including me, love the cold and the snow, building snowmen, snowball wars, races down the hill with our boards, it’s a whole deal – which is pretty funny considering our dad hates the cold.

Although I am having a great time outside with my younger siblings my head is somewhere else, I have noticed something is going on these past few days, something I’m not being included in. I can see the looks my dad and Sutton give each other, how Cam is trying to be more involved in helping around the house – something is nothing like her, she tries to stay out of everyone’s way. I must admit it, I don’t like not knowing what it’s the thing they’re keeping from me and that Monday morning I finally found out, all by myself.

“Sutton, where is James?” he hadn’t been at breakfast, but I assumed he would join the rest of us outside for the annual Rogers’ winter games.

“in bed, he says we can play without him” and Sutton gives me that expression. Tight lips, avoiding eye contact and a deep sight. That is the ‘he’s having one of his days’ kind of expression.

In that moment I’d had enough, because it’s the second day in a row he is having ‘a day’. Am I being irrational? Of course, I get it’s not something he chooses, but if trying to drag him out of bed does something good believe me I’m gonna try.

“Get up” my tone is firm as I slide the curtains so the light could come into the pitch black room. James is quick to pull the covers over his head though.

“I’m not playing Jazz, leave” the lifeless tone of his voice was scary - to describe it somehow. It wasn’t one I had witnessed a lot nor I wanted to.

“Come on, Peggy and Nat aren’t here, don’t make this even shittier” I can’t say I’m proud when I use the ‘trying to make him feel bad about us’ card, but James is a very sensitive boy, he cares deeply about the people he loves and if he can do something to make them happy he’s taking the chance.

“I don’t care” that’s when you know he’s not having ‘a day’, when he doesn’t care it’s when you know he’s really bad.

“Are you taking your meds?” I regret the question the second it escapes my lips. I shut my eyes tight and take a deep breath “I didn’t-“

“Yes, you did” he cuts me off “leave the fucking room Jazz… now”

I stay silent, actually considering what he wants me to do, but leaving it’s not gonna make things better, so instead of leaving I sit on the edge of his bed, feeling the bed shift under my weight and how he made the effort to move away from me. Can’t lie, the gesture hurts.

At that point I didn’t know what to say, I almost ask if something had happened with Alex, but I’m quick to realize that is not a good question to ask in that moment. As far as I know they haven’t talked since they broke up, but then again Alex was back in town and it wouldn’t be that crazy if he had tried to contact him.

However, I know this isn’t about Alex. The moment my eyes land on his old sketchbook on his nightstand I have my answer. It was open on a specific page, a drawing of what I recall is an old picture of James and my mom from many years ago, I think James was five or something – but that is not the point.

I reach to grab the sketchbook with a sad smile on my face, seeing things like those were a bittersweet reminder of what we used to have. As my fingers trail through the perfect lines on the page a glance over where James is still hiding under the covers. He is such an amazing artist; I can’t believe he dropped out art school. God, I still remember the day he came back home, he was a mess and went straight to his room to start destroying every drawing, sketch or piece of art he had ever created.

Of course my dad stopped him the second the damage started, he put away all of James’ art supplies in case he decided to try and destroy them again. He believes James would regret doing it later at some point in his life, so the solution became putting it all in a safe place – apparently James had kept some of them, although I haven’t seen him drawing in the longest time.

“I miss her too” every single day, I don’t think that feeling ever stops, in my head it’s almost like our mom is still here and sometimes I would think about calling her to tell her something that had happened – that is when reality hits the hardest, when you remember you can’t call.

I had to wipe the tear rolling down my cheek, I don’t know at what point I had started crying. There was no response from James’ part so I continued “you know she would hate seeing you like this, right?” at least that is what I tell myself to keep going, but of course James didn’t care “Why don’t you just come outside? It’s not that cold and we haven’t started the games yet”

“I said leave” the muffled sound of his voice sounded even more broken than before, maybe I shouldn’t have come into the room.

When I was about to put the sketchbook back on the nightstand something fell from between the pages, it was a folded paper and of course I picked it up and opened it to see what that was.

To my surprise it was a medical report, obviously it was James’ by what I read, what my mind couldn’t understand was the rest of the content on that report. It talked about a concussion, several injuries on the rest of the body, a broken rib and all caused by a car crash. When had James been in a car crash? According to the report about a month ago.

“When did you get into a car crash?” the frown on my face made clear how confused and angry I was at the same time “and why no one told me anything?”

At the lack of response from James I pulled from the covers, making him pull harder from his side. I was done trying to be understanding and careful.

“James stop! Tell me what the hell happened!” he got outside his improvised den of sheets and snatched the piece of paper from my hands, tearing it apart in front of my face.

“leave me alone” he said, throwing the pieces of paper in my direction.

I hated to admit it, but he looked terrible, by his greasy hair I could tell he hadn’t showered in a couple days and by the dark bags under his eyes it was obvious he wasn’t getting any sleep, he just looked like a complete stranger.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what happened” I tried my hardest to keep myself together after that heartbreaking image in front of me.

“I got into a car crash! I fell asleep while driving and got out of the road” how is that no one had told me about this, that wasn’t fair “and no, I didn’t get out of the road on purpose” he added when I didn’t say anything.

He put the covers back over his head and didn’t let me even say I didn’t think that was the case.

Trying anything else would be useless, so I slide the curtains back into their original position to block the light and left the room.

Now I definitely couldn’t just play games outside in the snow, I had to do something to help James and I need to find out the reason why they hadn’t told me about the accident. I needed to find my dad.

“Cam, where’s dad?” I ask as I step outside, after looking for him all over the house.

“He left, something about groceries, going to the Barnes’ and doing I don’t know what with Sam” my sister mumbled, not taking her eyes off her phone for a second.

I could just call him, tell him to come home as soon as possible or I could just wait until he is back to talk, but I’m impatient, I can’t sit around doing nothing, so I opt for taking a walk over to the Barnes’, not like I go there every day or anything like that anyways. Besides the landscape all covered in snow is pretty to look at on my way there.

It’s a nice walk considering there is no cars on the road and the streets have been taken by the kids, who are enjoying their snowball fights, how I wish we could just go back in time to when we were kids and things were easier.

That time when James would go after Alex the whole time because he would keep him safe from Sutton trying to bury the young boy in the snow. Or the time when Caleb and me tied Cam’s ankles and dragged her all around the backyard until we got caught and we got time out, which lasted less than a minute because the second our parents looked away we were running away again, yeah it doesn’t sound like we were very nice kids, but it was still fun.

I was so distracted by the memories that by the time I heard the warning being yelled at me it was too late. I got ran by someone coming down a hill on their board. I gotta admit it was scariest the impact than what happened, because I didn’t get hurt, whoever was on the board caught me and I didn’t fly into the cold snow.

“I’m so sorry I was distracted and I didn’t realize people were coming down the hill” I tried to get up as fast as I could while I apologized repeatedly.

“Shouldn’t I be the one apologizing? I ran you over” the boy chuckled getting up from his board “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good, I think” when I took a better look I saw he was, in fact, a hot boy. And this was an awkward situation, but I’m a specialist with these “Gotta keep going, you better stop running people over”

That’s how you solve an awkward situation, you turn around and keep walking hoping you don’t run into that person ever again.

“You’re Jazz, right?” yeah, unless they already know who you are.

I turn in the boy’s direction once again, squinting my eyes and trying to take in the details of his face to see if I can remember who the hell is him and why does he knows me “aren’t you Alex and Caleb’s Barnes sister? The one dating Cain?” I can’t help but laugh at the assumption, it wasn’t the first time that had happened.

“Try again… boy I don’t even know” was I making clear enough I didn’t know he was? At least he found it funny because he laughed.

“I’m Kyle Gilfoy, I was in the football team” now I’m even more confused because I don’t remember a Kyle in the team at all “you were a cheerleader and I’m a hundred percent sure you were dating Beckett Cain, or at least you enjoyed making out before the games” wow, did he enjoy watching or what?

“Yeah, we used to date, but I’m not Alex and Caleb’s sister” I have to admit I was frustrated I couldn’t remember his face or his name, it made the whole encounter pretty uncomfortable since he knew so much about me “and I really gotta go, sorry”

“Sure, see you around” he smiled waving at me before I turned around to keep going to the Barnes’, now thinking what the hell had just happened.

Kyle Gilfoy played by Jacob Elordi

#jazz rogers #avengers au #original character #original story #stolen dance #imagine

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Stolen Dance

“Oh my dear Jassssmine, my friends want pie too, I’ll make you some when I am back home. LOVE YOU.”

Why did he say that? Why in the world he said ‘love you’? how is this going to help me get over his stupid gorgeous face? But the real question is, do I really want to get over him? Because I think, subconsciously, I don’t want to do that, it’s been two years and I haven’t tried to forget about Beckett or start a new relationship with somebody else. We weren’t friends before we started dating, so getting over him would probably go back to that, but I wanted him in my life one way or another. Like before, when I not only wanted him in my life but a life with him.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I was going to stay single forever, but I simply wasn’t interested in boys at the moment and now talking with Beckett again wasn’t going to change that for the better.

The worst part is how I’m sure I’m just being my dramatic self. That ‘love you’ didn’t mean anything more than just ‘yeah I love you because we had a great time together and we broke up as a mutual agreement, so we’re friends, I appreciate you’ and here I am still fully and blindly in love with my ex-boyfriend, who has more likely move on.

God, I remember so clearly the day he left, that was the day we officially broke up, we had talked about it before hand, but we decided to wait until the last minute. He came to see me the night before leaving and we sat outside in the trampoline, it was the end of the summer so it was a warm and nice night.

I’m a very emotional person and that night I wanted to start crying the second I saw his colorful van park in the driveway, but I held the tears back the best I could, which ended up being like five minutes because the second I saw him I burst into tears.

Beckett then put me into a hug and didn’t let go until I calmed down, then we went to the trampoline, where we didn’t really talk much, we just enjoyed each other’s company one last time and I cried some more before he left, meaning we were no longer together.

Two years later here I am, shamelessly replaying the snap he had sent saying he loves me, while being very much drunk.

It’s Monday morning and I’m still in bed, after watching the short video the second time. He had sent it the night before, but I couldn’t watch it until this morning because Sunday night happened to be pretty eventful. Bianca went back to New York because her parents called, surprising her with coming to visit her for winter break. So this morning I woke up really early and I took her to the train station. I came back, got into bed and then I watched what Beckett had sent, sending me into an endless spiral of thoughts.

The final conclusion was that I had to answer and I knew exactly what I wanted to say.

“Oh my dear Beckett” I chuckle, using the same words he had used “you look like you got very much wasted, but I hope you keep your promise of making me some pie” I change positions from being laying on my side to be face up “you should be back home for that and you’re not, I was hoping to see you” that was true, I thought this would be finally the time we would be at the same place at the same time, but then Alex said he was back from visiting him in Texas and I knew then this wasn’t going to be the so awaited moment “you could still come, it’s snowing” I moved my phone so he could see outside my window and then back at me “you know, so you can remind me how much you love me” I had to, I was going to hold onto that as much as I wanted and I wasn’t going to pretend he hasn’t said it.

I send the snapchat and leave my phone on the nightstand to go back under the covers and get more sleep now that I can.

A few hours later I wake up by the sound of my 8 and 5-year-old brothers screaming at the top of their lungs. I’m startled at first, because I have no idea what is going on, but it only takes me two seconds to realize they are screaming out of excitement, I still don’t know about what, something tells me I’m going to find out soon, so I take advantage of the time I have to check my phone, to see if Beckett has replied, but he hasn’t even opened the snap yet.

“LOOK OUTSIDE” the door to my room opens unannounced, as I was expecting, my two little brothers are now here, jumping on my bed and sticking their faces to my window.

I turn around slowly, I’m not usually a morning person, not even when I wake up at almost noon like these past few days. I see the reason for the screaming and jumping, the backyard is covered in snow, a good amount and it’s still snowing with no intentions to stop anytime soon.

“Dad says we can go outside” Luke, the 8 years old says looking at me. That always means ‘can you please come with us?’ because probably no one wants to get their butts frozen.

They’re so smart for their short age, they know I’m the weak link for these kind of situations. First because I get as excited as they get for things like going out to play in the snow and second because I love spending time with them.

“I think you’re going to need better clothes for this weather and I can’t go outside wearing my pj’s” a bigger smile appears on his little face, my answer is basically an elaborated ‘yes, I’ll go out with you two’.

“COME ON CHRIS, WE GOTTA CHANGE” Luke grabbed Chris’ arm, not giving the poor kid time to react, and dragged him out of my room as he called for our dad to get them warmer clothes.

I get myself ready, boots, beanie, the warmest pair of pants I can find, shirt, hoodie, big jacket and of course gloves. I just hope I don’t get a cold, that wouldn’t be convenient.

For a moment the thought of bringing my phone crosses my mind, but the truth was that it would only be trouble.

Luke and Chris are eagerly waiting for me downstairs, they have all their winter clothes on and sliding boards in hand. The second they see me the excitement comes back to their bodies, my dad is even holding the back door so they can’t just open it and run into the cold.

“I’m gonna beat both of you down the hill” I laugh clapping my hands together “If I win you’ll have to do everything I do for the rest of winter break” both my hands are now extended for them to accept the deal.

“And if we win you do what we say” Chris says, grabbing one of my hands before I can say anything.

Luke shakes the other hand, agreeing with Chris on the deal he had proposed. Those two were like the same person, but no one was surprised, being the youngest ones they were always together, they shared a room and everything.

“Deal” I nod, shaking their hands too, I wait for my dad to move from the door and they make a run for it “BUT I’M GONNA WIN” you could say I’m a competitive person, even with my little brothers.

Chapter 7

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Stolen Dance

That was the place where I took my first steps, where I fell in love with dancing, I made so many friends and good memories growing up, I trained in that studio every single day after I found out I had gotten an audition for Juilliard, but ultimately it was the last connection I had with my mom.

Dancing was our thing and the amount of hours we spent together in that building were irreplaceable.

I had a plan, go to Juilliard, live my dream doing shows across the country – I was starting that part soon – and then come back here to re-open the studio, keep my mom’s hard work alive.

Not only the plan was gone now, the literal building was going to disappear tomorrow, teared down to pieces and it felt like losing my mom all over again.

The unexpected news were like a bucket of cold water thrown all over myself and my expectations, but was I going to let that ruin my weekend or my life in general? You better believe I wasn’t letting that happen.

I kept my plans the way I had made them, I showed Bianca the town I had grew up in, introduced her to the few friends who were also visiting their families and then we went to the Barnes’ for little Peter’s birthday, we all went, except for James who didn’t feel that good and opted for staying at home.

And then for today, Sunday, I saved the best part, taking Bianca to the dance studio.

We were standing outside the building as I was telling her all about the things I had done in there and what my plans were before the selling and tearing down drama.

“Why don’t we go in?” I turn to look at her, figure out if she’s being serious or not and she is completely serious.

“It’s not ours, I can’t go in anymore, that would be illegal or something” I chuckle, but I don’t sound as sure about my words as I want to.

Bianca turns to make eye contact with me, an unspoken conversation starts happening and in a matter of seconds I pull out my keys, of course I have a copy, this is definitely very illegal, but it was Sunday, no one on the streets to call us out and whoever sees me wouldn’t be alarmed, unless they now the building it’s not our family’s anymore

It’s been so long since the last time I came, right before moving to Manhattan, and since I was the only one who still came here the place was pretty dirty for being closed for over a month.

“Check this out!” I can’t hide my excitement when I show this place to someone new “these are the marks from when I first did the splits and here my first handstand” I smile pointing at the marks on the wall.

“Wooow” Bianca sounds very impressed until she looks at me with a devilish smirk, she had to make a comment “you haven’t grown that much since then”

“Fuck you, I’m not that short” I laugh, turning to the mirror wall.

“The place is nice, I see why you like it so much, especially If you had it all for yourself” she’s still looking around the place “and it echoes” she adds raising her voice to make a point.

“I wouldn’t say I like it because it echoes though” I say as I’m making weird faces in front of the mirror.

“Oh then it’s because you used to bring boys here to have some ‘alone time’ and by that I mean sex”

“I bet that is what you’d have done, huh?” I can see her nod through the reflection on the mirror.

There is a proud smile on her face, and I crack a laugh because she is so the opposite of what I thought she would be when I first met her. First impressions wise she seems like your typical modest girl, you would think she’s so good at music because of course she goes to church every Sunday with her family and she’s in the choir or something. You can see her back in California having sleepovers with her girl-friends and everything is pink, sparkly and super girly – which is not a bad thing. But then you get to know her and she’s this videogame fanatic, cool nerd, who happens to be a music genius and won’t doubt to make a sex joke any time she can.

“Give me your phone” she had her arm extended in my direction, waiting to do as she had told me “you’re gonna have some goodbye dances in here” with both phones, mine and hers, she takes a seat in front of the mirror wall, her back against the mirror part.

I was ready when the first song started playing, I hadn’t ever listened to it, but Bianca was using her music so I wasn’t that surprised. With my phone she was filming the improvised dances I was coming up with.

The music style would chance every few seconds, courtesy of my dear friend B, who found funny to go from a lyric song to a hip-hop one, but I gotta say it was funny, both of us were enjoying how I would trip when I tried to change too fast from one style to another or how Bianca was shouting compliments like if she was my biggest fan.

“OH MY GOD” I noticed how she put my phone down, which meant she had stopped recording and something was happening, for the tone on her voice something good because she sounded excited “you got a snap from ya boy Beckett” she turned the phone in my direction once I was standing in front of her.

Taking the phone from her hands I looked better at it, she wasn’t joking, Beckett had actually sent me a snapchat after, what? A year? Maybe it was a mistake, refreshing the page was the best option, but it was still there when the app stopped loading.

“Do I open it?” was I really saying that out loud? Of course I had to open it, but before I could Bianca took my phone away.

“He just sent it, you’re gonna look desperate to get in his bed again” I was waiting for her to say she was joking, but she didn’t and I had to laugh.

“I’ve always been straight forward with when I wanted to get in his bed, so I don’t think he would be surprised”

“Don’t care, we’re gonna wait”

And so we waited, as I was laying on the hardwood floor - moving my arms and legs like if I was making a snow man without the snow – I could only wonder what he had sent, probably nothing that important, maybe he even just sent it to me by mistake, but I wouldn’t find out just yet.

“It’s getting late, we should leave” I suggest after a long wait of doing nothing, we could be doing this back home, but playing board games to kill the time.

Bianca agrees so we march home, where we find my dad cooking dinner with my two little brothers and Sutton, while Cameron and James are watching a movie in the living room.

“Can I help?” Bianca is quick to go to the kitchen, probably because it is where Sutton is. Gabriel is gonna be so jealous of all the quality time Bianca is getting with my brother.

“I’ll be right back” I announce heading upstairs to get some more comfortable clothes on.

That is when I remember I hadn’t opened Beckett’s snapchat yet and I had already forgotten. I sit on my bed and open the application, it’s still there, waiting to be opened.

I click on it and I smile at the sight of the cake he has obviously made, it looks delicious and it would probably taste even better, how I wish I could have a slice.

Then it comes the dilemma of what should I send back or if I should send back anything at all, I’m convinced he didn’t mean to send it to me and if that is the case and I sent a snap back it would be awkward, then again when being awkward has been a problem for me? So yeah, I’m gonna send a snap back.

Even better, I go straight to video mode for my reply.

“Beckett…” I’m trying to be as dramatic as possible, taking long pauses as I talk “how do you dare?... Where did you find the audacity?...” fuck I’m trying so hard not to laugh “to make a cake and not invite me over” I chuckle, breaking the act “now seriously, hope you’re doing great” I blow him a kiss before I run out of time and I press send without a second thought.

“JAZZ YOU GOTTA SET THE TABLE” Cam shouts from downstairs right after I send my reply.

There was no way I had just made a wrong move, he was gonna get the video and if he replies then good and if he didn’t because he had sent the picture by mistake then it was fine too. I just hoped he was doing okay, he really deserved that.

Beckett Chapter 3 | Chapter 6

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Stolen Dance

That Friday night was one of the nicest nights I can remember, my heart was so full of joy by being surrounded by my family, not all of them, but we made it up for that by telling stories about whatever we could remember in that moment. Bianca looked like she was enjoying it as much as the rest of us and she even told us some of her stories from back home.

We were enjoying ourselves so much that we stayed up until 2 a.m., surprising, specially for Bianca and me. We’d had a long day before coming here, so when we went upstairs I didn’t have time to show any of that part of the house to Bianca, not even my room because she fell asleep on my bed with her clothes still on. I took the floor.

But today is a new day, today is Saturday and what could go wrong? Well, let me tell you, a lot of things.

First thing I know I’m being waken up with a pillow attack not only from Bianca, but also from Cam.

“Stoooooop” I’m still a little out of place when I open my eyes and I found that I am in my room and not my dorm, so I get my head under the pillow I took to sleep on the floor.

“It’s already noon, are you planning on sleeping all day?” I can feel how they are trying to take my pillow away, so I fight harder, which results on Cam dragging me across the floor.

“CAMERON” the second my skin touches the cold wooden floor I can’t help but scream her name repeatedly, something that seems amusing to her as she drags me out to the corridor.

I feel stupid when I realize I only have to let go of the pillow, so I suddenly stop gripping the soft material and Cameron flies across the corridor, her body crashing against the bathroom door.

Now it’s me the one laughing, still on the floor looking at her puzzled expression, one that quickly changes and I know she’s coming for me. I get up from the floor as quick as I can and run back into our room, slamming the door behind me, I’m out of breath from all the laughing.

“I’ll get you eventually” Cameron says from the other side of the door before leaving, I can hear the footsteps getting farther.

Keeping my back against the door I wait to get my breathing back to normal. Bianca was too quiet the whole time and I can only wonder what she’s up to, she is of course inspecting every corner of my room.

A room is supposed to be a representation of yourself, right? Well I haven’t changed my since junior year, I think. I haven’t taken anything down nor I have put new things up, I don’t know if saying that senior year ended up being busier than expected was a good excuse, but it was the one I go for.

“Is that the famous Beckett?” my friend looks at me as she points at one of the pictures pinned to the wall, I had never shown her or the rest of my friends a picture of Beckett or anyone but my family actually, so I shouldn’t be laughing so hard at the fact that she’s pointing at a picture of me licking Caleb’s face as he is making the most disgusted expression ever.

“God no, that’s Caleb” I manage to say when I see how confused she looks as to why I am laughing.

I make my way to where she’s standing and I take a quick glance at all the pictures – honestly there’s a lot, but I know pretty well where I have them placed.

“That’s Beckett” it was one of the first pictures I took of him, during our first date, he wasn’t even aware I was taking a picture of him.

I point to a different one, this time it’s both of us at the mall, trying on sunglasses and making silly faces. My finger moves to a third one, prom, we couldn’t have looked better even if we had tried to.

That is what I count as my prom, even if it actually wasn’t because I was still a junior, but we had a blast that night and I liked the idea of remembering that as my prom. All the pictures and videos we took, how we danced and danced to every song until Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls started playing, because of course I was gonna get his favorite song to play during his prom night, but I specially remember how I didn’t want the night to end.

So yeah, I didn’t attend my own prom when I was finally a senior year student, it was not possible to top that and by that time I was already over high school.

“Oh he’s cute” Bianca is checking the rest of the pictures I have with Beckett or just random pictures of Beckett I used to take all the time “and hot” I simply nod as I keep looking at the prom picture, reliving those moments in my head.

I hadn’t seen a picture of us in so long, even if I had all this pictures here I was so used to see them that I didn’t really look at them the way I am taking them in right now and it was making me miss him so badly.

I bite my lip, like that is going to make me stop thinking about it, actually it has the opposite effect. I start thinking about the way he used to call me Jasmine, no one calls me Jasmine unless I’m in trouble and they use my whole name, but Beckett gave a complete new meaning to Jasmine. He used it in such a sweet and intimate way it would make my heart melt every time.

Ever since I met Gabriel he has called me Jasmine a few times and it’s funny because I even get annoyed by it, it reminds me of Beckett and how I don’t have him anymore.

That’s it, I need to stop. Come on Jazz, just take your eyes away from the photograph, it’s not that hard.

The knock on the door makes both of us turn around, just to find James. He didn’t look as great as the night before, he looked like he hadn’t slept all night and the chill and relax aura was gone, he looked anxious now, but overall he looked like he was trying to keep himself together.

“Dad wants to talk to you” he announced “Sutton and I are gonna play videogames, wanna join?” it took Bianca less than a second to agree.

“I’m about to become your sister-in-law” She whispers when James wasn’t at the door anymore “do I look good?” I know she’s half joking, but the other half of her is completely serious about this.

“You look great” I chuckle, giving her thumbs up as she gives me a last look and walks out the door to join James and Sutton.

Once she’s gone I can start worrying about what my dad wants to talk to me about and why couldn’t he had said anything last night when I arrived. I’m probably just thinking too much into it, I always do that, but I just like being in control.

My dad is downstairs, so that is where I’m headed after putting on some clothes and getting ready for what’s left of the day, I have plans for Bianca and me, places I want to show her, people I want her to meet, like every single Barnes I can get a hold of.

“Did we win the lottery and you want to give me my part?” I joke entering the kitchen, where he is sitting at the table with his laptop – it’s so weird to see him interact with technology, the faces he makes are indescribable.

There is no laugh, not even a simple smile, is it really that bad? I mean he doesn’t look like I did something that is now getting me in trouble, but he looks somehow sad.

“Take a seat” I don’t question him, I just do what he says and sit next to him, waiting to know what’s going on “Jazz…” he rubs the frown formed between his brows before looking at me “I didn’t want to tell you this while your friend is here, but I won’t have another time” this is only getting weirder and I don’t like when people beat around the bush, my dad knows that and I can tell he realizes by the expression on his face and how he continues right after “you know mom’s dance studio was up for sale” thanks for the reminder, not like I cried like a baby when he told me those news “an offer came in and I sold it a few days ago” I didn’t react to his words, I was still making myself to the idea of it being up for sale in the first place and now all of the sudden it wasn’t ours anymore “and they are tearing it down on Monday” my eyes go wide, that was a whole new and huge step “I’m sorry sweetheart” I had started crying already, how not to when one of the worst things possible was becoming a reality.

I want to tell him that it is okay, that I understand he needs the money, all of us need it. But I can’t form the words, I can’t tell him I’m not mad at him for doing it, so I can only hope that he knows I’m not mad and that I totally understand. The best way I have to tell him that is leaning in for a hug. I wrap my arms around his waist and he’s quick to hug me back, pulling me closer as he caresses my hair and kisses the top of my head while I cry my eyes out.

Beckett Chapter 2 | Chapter 5

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Stolen Dance

“So let me try one last time” we are on the train on our way home to spend the long weekend and Bianca is trying to hold in the information I’ve given her about my family “The oldest is Peggy, but she won’t be there because she moved”

I nod, turning my head to look through the window, that is the version I’ve given her. The truth is that Peggy left almost two years ago and I don’t even know where she is, no one but my dad knows, he keeps saying she’s fine though.

“Then we have Sutton” I have to turn in her direction again just to see how big she’s smiling.

“Yeah, the one with a girlfriend” emphasis on the girlfriend part, because both her and Gabi seem to forget all the time.

“Not the point” Bianca chuckles and looks outside the window too, it’s already dark. We waited until Gabi and Diana left, although their houses were a lot closer than mine. Gabriel’s family lives in Brooklyn and Diana was going with her dad to New Jersey “the point is that he’ll be there” she wiggles her eyebrows and I laugh, shaking my head like if I was giving up on trying to change her mind.

“Come on, don’t stop on Sutton, there’s more”

“Yeah, right. After Sutton we have Nat, who is not gonna be there either because she works all weekend” I nod again “then there’s James, the artsy one and also the one I have to be careful around” when I explained her the whole deal with my family I had to be specific with James, maybe I was being too much - I tend to do that - but I haven’t seen him in a long time and I don’t want one of not-so-subtle Bianca’s comments to throw him over the edge.

After our mom passed away we all had a hard time, but while the rest of us tried to heal and learn how to live our new lives James didn’t. He went through different phases, at first he didn’t leave the bed for over a week after the sad event, then when he finally left his bedroom he pretended to be just fine, but he wasn’t, he was angry and would break with the smallest things.

After one of his breakdowns uncle Bucky – yeah, winter soldier Bucky Barnes, I call him uncle Bucky – suggested the obvious, going to therapy, and surprisingly enough James accepted and tried it.

It didn’t take long to get him diagnosed with depression, so now he’s taking his medication and going to therapy twice a week to keep him away from staying in bed all day, the not eating and overall the hard time his brain gives him.

I am of course happy that he did the right thing to get better, but he just doesn’t look like the old James and I don’t think that James is ever going to come back, which is sad, but it would be sadder to not have James at all.

“it’s not like I want you to treat him differently, I just want you to think a little before speaking” hopefully that wouldn’t be too hard for her.

“Gotcha, you’ll be impressed” she said, already proud without doing a thing “then we have Cam, she’ll be there, but… you haven’t told me much about her” she was giving me a questioning look.

“I want you to be surprised” I chuckle.

“And last, but not least, Luke and Chris, the balls of energy”

“You’re ready to join the family, congratulations”

“YES!” she throws her fist in the air in victory and I take my chance to rest my legs on her lap now that she has moved her hands.

The rest of the trip goes uneventful. I’m enjoying the free time I have to read a book while Bianca is playing one of her infamous videogames, interrupting me from time to time to show me how she has improved her score.

My original plan for when we get off the train in our stop was to walk home, it wasn’t too far away and I could show Bianca some parts of the town during our walk. But when we walked out of the station I saw him there, sitting on the hood of Peggy’s old car, he didn’t notice us because he was too focused on his phone.

“James!” I have a huge smile on my face as I walk towards him, my pace increasing until I find myself running.

When he looks up and sees me there is a smile on his face too. He gets off the car quickly and opens his arms just in time to embrace me with them, lifting me up from the ground and making me spin in the air, in that moment I feel like I could start crying because I’ve missed him so much, but I contain myself because there’s still a long night ahead and knowing myself I would end up crying anyways.

“I missed you” god, his voice, I had forgotten how it sounded.

“I missed you too” I say, hugging him tighter.

“I don’t think I would ever be this happy to see any of my brothers” James put me down when we hear Bianca, who didn’t run like me – obviously.

Both us laugh at her comment and then I proceed to introduce them. I, of course, asked my dad if Bianca could come for a few days and he was the one who told the rest I was bringing a friend, so James was expecting her.

“Hey, I know that little guy” Bianca is pointing at James’ wrist, so I look to see what is she talking about.

I knew James had gotten a tattoo license, but I wasn’t expecting to find his forearm covered in tattoos.

“Oh, so you like videogames?” James smiles looking at the one she meant, it was a little outlined figured of what I imagined was a videogame character “my brother and me used to play that game all the time and there was this time we decided we were gonna finish the game in one day, it was a good day”

“How did you get dad to let you do all that?” I couldn’t contain my curiosity, it wasn’t that he didn’t like how tattoos looked, but he always said it was something permanent so he would never get one.

“I’m the favorite child since you left for school” he was obviously joking, if my dad had a favorite child he was good at hiding it. But it was good to see him joking around “now let’s go home, dad cooked dinner”

Chapter 4

Peggy Rogers played by Willa Fitzgerald

Sutton Rogers played by Ross Butler

Nat Rogers played by Katherine Langford

James Rogers played by Froy Gutierrez

Cam Rogers played by Lulu Antariksa

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Stolen Dance

I hope they didn’t get your mind…

I start humming at the rhythm of the song.

…Your heart is too strong anyway…

At some point at the very beginning of the song my foot started tapping the bench I’m laying on.

…We need to fetch back the time…

The sun feels so good and warm on my skin, I have to keep my eyes closed so it doesn’t blind me, but it just makes it perfect.

…They have stolen from us…

If it wasn’t because it was still a little bit cold outside I could easily fall asleep here on this random bench.

…And I want you…

But probably falling asleep in one of the busiest places of New York wasn’t the smartest idea.

…We can bring it on the floor…

And I like to portrait myself as someone smart enough to not fall asleep at Central Park.

…You’ve never danced like this before…

That is the part when I start singing, I love this song.

…We don’t talk about it…

It’s definitely not anyone’s go-to song for all I know, but it’s the first song my parents danced to together.

... Dancin' on do the boogie all night long…

And I love to imagine how that dance went, because I’m a pretty romantic and cheesy person.

…Stoned in paradise, shouldn’t talk about it…

That’s when I feel someone kicking my foot, the one I have hanging from the bench. First of all, rude, but that is not what I say, instead I act fast and open my eyes as I sit up while taking my headphones off quickly.

Lucky for me it’s not a creepy person who wants to rob me, it’s just Bianca, now laughing at my reaction.

“Jesus, B, you almost give me a heart attack” dramatic, but true. My heart is beating at a not very healthy speed.

“I can see that” she’s still laughing and at that point I am too “are you coming? We can play some videogames” it’s almost like if she had come here looking for me just for that specific reason, but it’s not a problem for me, I want to play videogames with her so I get up and walk alongside her through the beautiful park.

Bianca is the best at playing videogames, Caleb would be impressed, although he would never say that out loud.

“Why the smile?” I seriously have a problem hiding my emotions.

“You kinda remind me of my friend Caleb sometimes”

“Is that a good thing?” her eyebrow is raised at me, waiting for a positive answer.

“it’s a very good thing, he’s my best friend since we were kids” I chuckle, elbowing her arm softly.

“Oh, is he one of Bucky Barnes’ kids?” oh yeah, Bianca is also a huge avenger fan.

To put things in better context, I never get recognized by my parents’ kid anywhere, unless I want it to be known. And the second Bianca met me she knew my parents were avengers, she showered me by questions and then showed me her collection of t-shirts, it was a hilarious situation, luckily she’s more chill about It now.

I nod at her question and that makes her smile “then it’s a good comparative” she says so convinced that I crack laughing.

“B, you don’t even know him”

“So? It’s not like I need to, he’s Bucky Barnes’ son” she’s still serious about it, but soon she joins me laughing.

The school is at less than ten minutes walking from Central Park – I know, it’s the dream life – so we get there before we know.

But being close to Central Park is not all. The school is connected to our dorms building by a super cute bridge, so yeah I basically can say I live in Manhattan, like a rich bitch, but without the rich.

It’s one of the things I love so much about Juilliard, it’s not your typical huge college, with a giant campus - not like we need something like that, after all we are only seven hundred and something students total - in the four years of each career.

“Gabi said you’re going back home for the long weekend” that sounds like both a question and an affirmation, Bianca also sounds a little sad about it, she’s from California so she can’t go back home every weekend.

“That’s the plan” I haven’t been back home since the day I moved here, but my excuse isn’t like Bianca’s, I only live a few hours by car and what do I have to say about it? Well, first, I’ve been very occupied with my classes, even on the weekends - when we weren’t out in the city doing fun things. And second, I was scared of going back to find things weren’t good and that my dad had only been saying they were good to not make me worry about it – funny, because here I am worrying about it “do you wanna come?” I suddenly offer.

Bianca’s face lights up and I can’t tell if she’s happy because she’s not staying here while everyone – from our friend group – is going back home, or because she is coming to the Rogers’ household.

“I would love that, are you sure I can go?”

“of course you can, there is always room for a plus one, mi casa es tu casa” before I can even finish speaking she is squeezing me.

“Will your super-hot brother be there?” I laugh, squeezing her back.

Although I haven’t visited my family back home that didn’t mean my family hadn’t visited me and when Sutton came the first time it made both Bianca and Gabriel droll all over the place.

“Yeah, he’ll be there” I say when she finally frees me from the breathtaking hug “everyone will be there, I hope”

Chapter 3

#jazz rogers #avengers au #original character #original story #stolen dance #imagine

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Stolen Dance

“Yo, Jazz, you still there?” Gabriel was snapping his fingers in front of my face, apparently I zoned out – again.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here” I simply chuckled and looked back at my friends, this time actually looking at them and not at the weird poster, of what seems to be a frog, hanging in Diana’s wall.

This is a typical Sunday evening for me, can you believe it? I’ve been here for what? I think it’s been a month already, I don’t know, time just flies by when you live in a big city, as known as New York. I’m here to attend the college of my dreams and I already have a group of friends, with a routine we follow through the week, sometimes it changes, but it’s not a bad hang out routine.

Sundays are for recovering from crazy Saturdays, I know, I haven’t been here that long to experience too many crazy Saturdays, but the ones I’ve had, let me tell you, CRAZY.

We usually hang out here on Sundays, in Diana and Bianca’s room, because both are part of our friend group so we don’t have to worry about annoying mine or Gabriel’s roommate. Diana always goes to buy a bunch of junk food, she’ll probably be back any minute now - oh, yeah, here she comes, stumbling through the door with her arms full of so many things I shouldn’t eat, but I still do it because who cares, I love food way too much.

Gabriel is laying on the floor, on top of a ton of pillows he had previously placed there to make himself comfortable and he had already started smoking, a joint specifically, I hate the smell of it, but the rest seem to enjoy it. Gabriel is great by the way, he’s here to become an actor, he’s awesome at it, which is a bummer because that makes him a great liar and I’m easy to fool. When we met – he was the first person I met here - he made me believe he had accidentally come to the wrong campus, that he had an important meeting to attend at his real college and if he didn’t get there on time he would lose his scholarship. He even cried and I freaked out big time – best part is, this is Juilliard, not your usual college. This is in the middle of Manhattan, so how on hearth do you go to the wrong campus? there is not such a thing as campus, but I tend to not question what people tell me, at least at first.

“are you really not gonna help me?” that was a question for the four of us spread around the room.

I was quick to get on my feet, I got so lost in my trail of thoughts that I forget about Diana standing at the door, barely keeping it open with her foot.

“Excuse Jazz, she was thinking about her boyfriend again” lucky me I was close enough to Gabriel to kick him in the leg on my way to help Diana.

“Told you, I don’t have a boyfriend” it was a waste of time to tell him that, because it only made him enjoy it more, with that smirk on his face while he wiggled his eyebrows and bit his lip, using that teasing tone he was so good at making.

Diana handed me one of the bags she was holding, getting one hand free to hold the door and close it without a slam.

“Your cheeks say otherwise” when my friend whispered those words to me – so Gabriel wouldn’t hear it – I noticed the heat on my cheeks, I couldn’t help it “Hey! You, dickhead, are you smoking my pot?” damn it, Diana was too good for this world, she was only distracting Gabi to give my blood some time to stop being concentrated on my face.

“It’s our pot, honey” that made Gabriel lay back on the cushions and I could return to my spot without he noticing my face.

I didn’t really have a problem talking with them about my boyf-, sorry, about my ex-boyfriend. Maybe the fact that I talked so highly about him made them think I wasn’t over the relationship. Was I over it? wait, was I still in love with Beckett?

I stopped thinking, like if I was waiting for an answer to pop into my head, but it didn’t happen, I just had a feeling, a good one. What does that even mean? We broke up in good terms, agreeing on how maybe it was the best since we lived in different cities and we barely saw each other, so in theory it was the best decision for both of us, which doesn’t mean it hurt any less. The good side was to remain friends, eventually. So yeah, I guess I’m still pretty much in love with him.

“Earth to Jasmine Rogers, are you with us?” this time Gabriel was pinching his nose to get that funny effect like if he was talking through some kind of transmitter “you want some?” he offered me the joint, knowing too well I didn’t smoke, anything. So I just shook my head and lay back on the bed, next to Bianca, trying to keep my head from going somewhere else.

Chapter 2 | Beckett Chapter 1

Jazz Rogers played by Haley Lu Richardson

Gabriel Garcia played by a random guy whose name i don’t know

Diana Costa played by Victoria Ferreira

Bianca Fisher played by Kelsey Impicciche

#jazz rogers #avengers au #original character #original story #stolen dance #imagine

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