";Come on!"; Jackson said taking my hand and forcing me up the hill.
";I'm going to trip!",; I said in frustration as I was being pulled against my will. "Where are we going!?", I yelled to him.
He turned around and let go of my wrist. I rubbed them back and fourth trying to make the painful throb go away.
";I'm sorry"; he said sincerely, then he gently interlocked his fingers in mine and led me on. When we reached the top I found a blanket sprawled out across the green grass. ";I thought you would enjoy the sunset"; he said. He lied his head back onto the ground and looked up and smiled at me. I moved my fingers through his tight blonde curls staring deep into his glassy blue eyes. I lied down next to him and turned over on my side so that I was facing him straight on. He sat up to then pulled me closer. His nose touched mine and I let out a small giggle.
";I wish you would always be romantic like"; I said.
"Not good enough eh?"; He said retreating from my grasp. He motioned me to sit up.
"Take out everything in you're pockets"; he said.
"What?" I asked puzzled .
"Go on Hazel" he said again.
I reached into my pocket and found, my wallet which held 20 dollars and a picture of mother, a house key, mascara bottle, and a tube of lipstick. I reached into my other pocket and found a piece of chocolate, a clean tissue, an IOU from my sister, a dime, and a coupon for a music store. I laid them out in front of him.
";See?"; He said as he picked up my wallet. If it was anyone else I would have dove for it but I trusted him not to do anything stupid. ";This",; Jackson said pulling out my money, ";to me means nothing, you are the only thing that has value in my life, nothing is worth or could ever buy your love. Money will never come between us. Our love, it has no price",he said.
He put the money back into my wallet then pulled out the photo of me and my mother";Memories"; he said without hesitation, "Memories that we share or are soon to be shared. Remembrance of good times filled with love. Things that help to remind of us when we were happy and when everything seemed right in the world. When we are together, those are my best memories"; Once again he slid the photo back into my wallet then put it onto the blanket.
He picked up the key to my house and laid it out in the palm of his hands. ";The key"; is all he managed to say. ";The key to my heart"; he said with a sigh, ";it's you, you are the key, you are the one I trust to keep my heart safe, to keep our love safe."; He put the key down and picked up the mascara bottle.
; He gave a faint laugh staring down at the makeup clutched between his fingers. He threw down the bottle and took both of my hands. He looked me deep into the eyes and said "I love you for who you are, not what you wear. You have a natural beauty and that's the beauty and girl I fell in love with. You never need to cover up because who you are is not something to be ashamed of." He said.
He picked up the tube of lipstick and gave me a dashing smile. "To kiss you, to lose my thoughts, my worries, my fears. To feel a heat and a passion that I've only ever felt with someone like you. You're lips against mine, escaping into our own world. To kiss you", he finishes. He presses his forehead against mine taunting me, then jerking back his head before I can press my lips to his.
He picked up the chocolate then locked his lips and smiled. "Sweetness." He said "you are sweet and caring and kind. You fill me with joy and give me a burst of energy that helps me get through the day. Like chocolate melts, as does my heart when I think of you. I love you're compassion, it makes you desirable." He says as he eats MY chocolate.
He hesitated to pick of the tissue. "It's clean" I blurt out. He gives me a doubting look but picks it up and dangles it in the air. "Tears," he says, "I will always be here to wipe away your tears. I will care, understand, and listen to all you have to say. I will support you through any situation and be you're comfort. I will never break or let your heart be broken. When you cry I cry because all I ever want is your happiness."
He picks up the IOU my sister left me. He is already speaking before he has even looked at the item. "I owe you everything, because without you I would be nothing. I owe you my life, because you have given me a reason worth living for. I owe you my happiness because your smile pulls me out of the darkness."
He skips over the dime and picks up the music coupon. ";You are the rhythm of my heart beat. My song, my voice, my music. You are the lyrics to my heart. You are my soul sound, my soul mate. You are the music in me"; he says.
Lastly he makes his way to the dime. This one he had saved for the end and I was curious to know why. He then leaned over and kissed me. It wasn't a soft kiss but a hard one filled with passion and fire. Long, meaningful, strong, representing our love. I was in tears from his stories and I saw a small glisten in his eyes as well. We carried on not worrying about the world until he speaks once more.
";The dime"he says catching his breath. ";The dime"; he repeats. ;It means ten. Ten things. Ten simple things that can show you what you mean to me. Simple things, turned into more then believable. Our love. Unimaginable, unbelievable, but real" he says.
I don't let him say another word. I kiss him again with more heat and more passion. Our love, real, I thought as the sun set beyond the hill and into the night.
