The Flames of Virgins

Chapter two

The truck was like a sauna. I couldn't tell if it was the late May heat or my nerves getting to me. Jackson looked at me smiling. *Gosh he is so hot. How could such an adorable little boy become such an attractive teen?* I knew I was probably burning a hole into that masterpiece of a face, but turning away felt like a disgrace to such pure perfection. *What's wrong with you? This is your best friend.* I turned my head, willing our destination closer. "We're here. Are you guys awake back there?" *Thank God* Being in my dream like state, I clearly failed to notice that mine and Jackson's hands had drifted towards each other. Ignoring it for my own sanity, I quickly unbuckled my seat belt. As soon as I was out of the car I was attached to his hip. Not literally of course. I was at least three inches from any contact purely because I feared the result. We both watched as his sister, Rachel, awkwardly trotted to the door. Her boyfriend held open the door for us.
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This was a huge adjustment for me. Jackson is a stereotypical chivalrous person. Every door was opened for me, my chairs were always pulled out, and jackets were always thrown over my freezing shoulders. The first several times baffled me. I had never been treated like royalty and honestly, I adore it.
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My hair flew back in a cliché fashion, hitting Jackson's chest. He had grown to be at least 5 inches taller than me. He had dark drown almost black cascading locks of hair paired with deceiving brown eyes. Deceiving in the fact that from a far they are a deep bubbling burgundy but up close a speckled light brown. I could almost melt. Almost. I quickly snapped out of my trance when we reached the concession stand. *Focus you dumbass. Stop daydreaming like a dumb white girl.*
"Sorry about earlier. My grandparents didn't know about this and I didn't want them to get the wrong idea." Before getting in their car, I was outside with my mom and grandparents. I cut out in a sprint as soon as they pulled up. Jackson already had just opened his door by the time I yanked mine closed. He looked surprised, but I shook it off promising myself to explain it later. It was later.
He chuckled. My heart smiled.*Dude. Really? Are you doing this to me on purpose?... Focus Amelia. Focus. You are at the movies with your best friend. Nothing more. Nothing less.*
"It's fine. You're family seemed confused though."
"Try to explain to your grandparents you are going to the movies with your guy best friend, his sister, and her boyfriend."
He laughed. This time with his whole body. *His whole... gorgeous.. body.. WHAT THE FUCK DUDE. NO. STOP. GEEZ.*
"Well thanks for saving me from that awkward incounter."
"Anytime," I said with the biggest smile I could handle.
"We should probably go find a seat. He glanced around the room, searching for our theater. Finding it, we jogged to catch up with Rachel and her boyfriend, I think his name was Kevin.
"Look at these people." I gaped at the amount of diverse groups of people. Not just color, but class, age, and even demeanor.
"Looks like we can have to sit pretty close up front," he sighed.
"Lucky us."
He looked at me and chuckled with that same mild amusement he showed towards my situation with Ester. *There is that feeling again... God damb you heart. Why him? Why now? He's your best guy friend for Christ's sake and you're swooning. Fuck you.*
"Amelia?" I was caught daydreaming. Again.
"Sorry," I laughed, "but when did we sit down."
He grinned at me with light quality to it. *God. Would somebody please shoot me. I can't breathe."
"Don't worry. We just sat down. You didn't miss anything except my sister and Kevin makingout."
"What. No they didn't," I snorted.
No but I wouldn't look at them because they might. They do it when we watch movies at home."
"Gross."
"Tell me about it."
Throughout the whole movie I kept staring at him. He didn't seem to notice it though. The screen lightly silhouetted his now manly features creating flattering shadows that made his eyes shine. *Wow. Just... Wow." Every once in a while he would push his pants down a little, which I later was told that it meant he had a boner. *What in God's name is he doing?*
I didn't bother asking but I gave his privates a good look before returning to the screams of scared Asians. *I already love this movie.*