Dear Jackson

Chapter 8

"Jackson, I'm going to put the pictures in my folder."

I spoke while grabbing my book bag and putting it on top of his art table. It was night time now, and I had been over his house the entire day. Mostly just talking and playing video games.

"Your mom told me she's on her way to come get you, sadly."

I heard him speak with a sigh. I turned to face him as he sat in his bean bag chair, pausing in my actions.

"You act like I'm leaving for good."

I spoke with a humorous tone.

"Well it just goes back to full on boredom when you leave. I just sit here and rot."

Jackson chuckled while loudly speaking to get his point across.

"Then ask if I can stay if you hate me leaving you to rot alone."

I joked while tending to my photographs again.

"I already did, but she told me she would like to actually have a son once in a while at home."

I rolled my eyes at her response towards the question. But it is true that I stay with Jackson more than my own mother.

"I'll try and stay over tomorrow, okay?"

I assured while closing my folder, leaving it on the table along with my bag. I sat on the floor next to him with my legs crossed, messing with my laces tied on my shoes. I could feel Jackson's eyes on me, just silently staring as I kept my head down. I didn't want to look up at him as I felt it would fall awkward. I kept up the act of fixing my shoes until he spoke moments later.

"Bammie she text me and said she'll be here in two minutes, that you need to be downstairs and ready, because she doesn't want to wait."

He spoke while laughing slightly. I exhaled with annoyance as I quickly got up, taking my book bag off his table and slinging it on my back.

"Let's just go down now so I don't have to hear her nag me in the car, because I made her wait a minute."

"Before we do, put my jacket on. It's cold out there."

Jackson handed me his hoodie while talking. I shook my head and gave it back.

"I'll be fine."

"Wear it. I will not let you go down until you put it on. You already missed school once, let's not miss it again because you have a cold."

He lightly scolded with a smirk, crossing his arms. I sighed and dropped my bag off my shoulders, slipping on the jacket quickly. I pulled the hood over my head before picking up my back pack and rushing.

"Is that better 'mom'?"

I joked as I opened the door, and I could hear a light chuckle in Jackson's throat.

"Yes son, much better."

We both practically ran down the steps to the front door, Jackson going ahead of me. He unlocked and held it open for me. As we both made it out the porch, my mother pulled up in her car. Jackson gave me a quick squeezing hug from behind.

"See you later Bammie! Text me when you get home."

My stomach still contained butterflies from the name.

"I will."

I jogged around the front of the car to the passenger side, opening the door and hopping in. My mom drove away seconds later as I put my seatbelt on.

"Kunpimook, please stop staying up so late to study. If you feel tired, sleep. You already work hard enough. People have died from neglecting sleep, and I don't need that happening to you. I know Jackson doesn't want his best friend to pass either over such a small thing."

I put my elbow on the door panel while resting on my hand, responding to her parenting words.

"Yes mother."

I pulled my book bag off to get my phone out the large pocket. As I unzipped it, I felt my heart stop and my whole body freeze. I saw everything I needed except one thing. Something that I didn't want missing out of all things.

"My folder."

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I sped up my stairs and into my room, closing the door behind me and locking it. I flicked a switch on my wall to power on my ceiling fan, pulling my shirt off as I felt hot. All I had on was a black tank top, and some basketball shorts for comfort. I approached my window and pulled the curtains closed, keeping my room enclosed for privacy. Plus I didn't need nosy neighbors looking into my space. As I turned and looked to my side where my art table sat, I noticed BamBam's folder.

"Oh, he left it behind? That's an odd one for him as it holds all his pictures."

I walked a few steps to get closer, and picked it up into my hands.

"I'll put it in my book bag and give it to him tomorrow."

I spoke aloud to myself. While walking I accidently let it slip from my fingers, falling to the ground and opening up. A few pictures fell out, along with some papers.

"Dammit."

I hissed under my breath while kneeling to the floor, putting everything back. I stared at some of the pictures with a smile before completly putting them away. As I tended to the papers, I spotted my name on one of them. It's not like me to read things without my permisson, especially BamBam's folder. But I was so curious as it had my name written out, and titled "Dear Jackson". I began scanning and reading with my eyes.

"Dear Jackson, remember when I asked of you if you like guys? Well yeah, there was a bigger reason behind that. One that might shock you, or weird you out...."

As I read on, my eyes became wider by the second. I was shocked and happy at the same time.

"How cute, he wrote out his feelings in a letter to me. Probably too shy to tell me face to face. I knew he didn't just ask me if I was gay just out of curiosity."

My attention immediately went to my bedroom door as hard knocking sounded, along with BamBam's voice.

"Jackson, hey I left my folder. Can I get it please?"

I quickly put everything back and held it in my hand, getting up and opening the door.

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As I stood by the door the only thing on my mind was "he saw the letter". I was so nervous and afraid for that to happen, not knowing how he would react. Me leaving my folder could mess up our friendship for good. It's a very risky mistake.

Jackson opened the door, and I spotted the folder in his hand.

"Oh thanks. I needed it so I could add the photos to my-"

I couldn't finish my sentence as I was abruptly stopped by Jackson's lips on mine. While doing so he pulled me into his room, and slammed the door with my back. His large hands held my shoulders tightly, and his mouth was sloppily making out with mine. I didn't have time to register what in the hell was going on. All I could think about was how I'm running out of breath, and Jackson is actually kissing me. He soon pulled away and stared into my eyes. I couldn't even speak as everything happened so quickly.

"Kiss you every morning and wish you a good day."

My breath hitched as I heard him quote my letter. It felt as if my tongue was stiff, not able to speak my words that cluttered my mind.

"Why not every night as well? You can kiss me every evening and wish me a good night as you please Bammie."

Jackson whispered closely to my lips. He then moved up to my ear, and his hot breath gave me chills down my entire body.

"Because I do understand the feelings you hold for me. As I have had them for some years now."

All I could do was embrace him into a hug. My words did not want to leave my mouth at all. I could feel me stuttering before my voice even sounded, and I stopped trying. I felt actions could tell more.

"You can be my best friend BamBam. But, you can also be my lover."

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