sparks fly

how was school?

HOW WAS SCHOOL?

JACKSON

the last bell of the day rings and i immediately start walking to kinsley's locker. i need to leave.

we walk to her car and she hands me her phone to play music. i love when she lets me pick.

"how was the rest of your day?" she asks as she smiles.

"fucking awful. i hate school and i wasn't with you." i look over at her.

her smile fades. "i know, we only have 2 classes together on a days. but we have 3 on b days."

"mhm." i lean my head on her console.

"you tired?" she laughs.

i nod, "school is so much work."

"i know. wanna take a nap at my house?" she asks.

"we can go to mine if you want, chris isn't home." i suggest. she nods.

KINSLEY

when we get to jackson's house, i look over at him expecting that he'll pick his head up. when he doesn't, i run a hand through his hair and wake him up softly.

"come on, let's go inside." i smile. he nods and gets up. i know he's tired, school drains his social battery a lot. i thought he'd want to be alone but i guess not.

we walk inside and jackson immediately goes up the stairs to his room. i follow soon after, snacks in hand.

"you hungry?" i ask. he shakes his head.

"let's watch tv." he suggests.

"alright," i say. "you pick."

"we're watching shameless then." he smiles and goes to turn it on.

"fine with me." i smile back.

"do you have practice tonight?" he asks.

i nod, "yeah. she canceled school volleyball tonight because it's the first day of school, but i still have club. don't you and parker have practice too?"

"you guys are so lucky, our coach would never cancel practice. and yeah, we have aau tonight but only until 8." he explains.

"you should come over after." i smile.

"i will, chris will probably be home by then anyway." he says.

"when was the last time you guys talked?" i ask.

"last week. i hate talking to him, you know that." he sighs.

"i do. i just didn't know if you guys talk at all anymore." i explain.

"not really." he gets quiet.

"you know he won't talk about her? it's like mom never even existed." he says.

"that's awful. i'm sorry." i hug him.

"it's okay." he hugs me back.

"hey, how much water did you drink today?" jackson asks as we pull away from each other.

"like 4 water bottles. i'll drink another one before practice and 2 more while i'm there. i should've had more but it's fine." he nods.

i have pots, and jackson is probably the only person who really understands what that means.

for me, pots started with growing up. my blood vessels struggle to pump the blood to my head. that's when i get lightheaded. i've always had bad circulation, i also have raynaud's in my hands and feet.