They stared like this for a while. The man with brown hair then walked over. "Hello." He sat next to Jillian, his legs spread wide apart as he slouched in his seat. "I'm Jillian." Jillian moved to get a better look at the man. She blushed as she noticed he wasn't too bad looking. The man nodded. "Well, Jillian, to what can I owe this pleasure?" He smirked as if he knew he already had her wrapped around his finger. "Nothing yet." Jillian chuckled and Johns knee bounced. "But, you can tell me your name."
His knee came to a stop as he realized he messed up the whole smolder process. Stupid, impotent, little- Johns thoughts were interrupted by a soft, melodic voice. "You okay?" Jillian grew uncomfortable. When she asked for his name it seemed like his whole system stopped. His face contorted into and snarl and she could've sworn she had heard something... He flashed a smile and held out his hand. "John."
She gave a small smile and put her small hand in his rather large one. "Jillian." When she had repeated her name, John bursted in laughter. "What?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she soon became upset with his laughing. It wasn't a soft, light laugh you would exhibit had you seen something funny, it was a derogatory, demeaning laugh. The same laugh the kids at school would use as the pointed and chanted another one of their clever insults. In the same tone her mother told her to never speak.
Sounding almost exactly like her father.
'What do you mean, daddy?' She could hear her 10 year old self say to the looming being that towered above her. 'What's wrong with you Jillian?! Can you not hear!? I said to take these clothes and make them perfect!'
'These clothes have holes!' She heard herself defend. 'Do you want dinner? Then you'll fix them damn clothes!' She remembers bandaging her fingers that night. She'd never learned how to sow.
Jillian snapped back to reality. The man, John was still laughing. "What's so funny?!" John stopped, his face red. "I'm sorry, you just... Well I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but you sounded like an idiot." Jillian was taken aback but acted nothing on it, her eyebrows stayed as they were. She didn't say anything and Johns wide smile morphed into a sly grin. "You said your name twice."
Her faced brightened. "I know. I did it on purpose. You said your name and I only saw it fit to say my name again as we shook hands. Wasn't sure if you heard me say my name the first time, afraid you were day dreaming about yourself." Jillian hadn't meant any harm by what she said but John took offense.
Johns head swirled. Daydreaming? About myself? Who does this girl think she is. She doesn't know me. I wouldn't want to know her. "Listen here, the only thing you're afraid of is what I'm thinking of doing know." John said in a dark voice. John knew it would make her nervous. He wasn't planning on actually doing anything.
"Then why don't you tell me?" Jillian tilted her head to the side. Johns heart raced. This bird was different. She was daring and innocent at the same time. She reminded him of a person. His heart hurt at the thought of her but this girl here, Jillian, is her exact twin. Kind of looks like her too, He thought. John hadn't really thought about his mother in a while.
"You remind me of someone." John blurted. "Sort of look like her." He flirted as he reached over to place a lock of hair behind her ear. Jillian froze and immediately turned red at the contact. She shivered. His hand was so cold even though the day was uncomfortably warm. "Smart, rebellious, beautiful." He stayed staring at her as she looked down. "Tell me, Jillian, do you-"
"Stop it." Jillian's head was swirling. She hated it. She hated every second of it. He was toying with her. Playing with her. Her feelings. Her emotions. Her body. He was playing with it all. He was doing it on purpose. Of course he was doing it on purpose. In all of the 19 years of her life, not one boy had ever gave her any attention. Not one. "I'm not stupid." Jillian pursed her lips and motioned towards his wedding ring.
She heard him exhale. "Caught again, now am I?" She heard a tint of seriousness in his chuckle. "I don't like being made a fool of." Jillian was then ready to get up and simply walk away by he grabbed her wrist.
They both froze. When John grabbed this girls wrist, he'd felt something he'd never felt before. Not with any of the girls he'd ever been with and definitely not with Cynthia. He felt heat and an unfamiliar bubble in his chest. His stomach fluttered his breathing accelerated and his pupils dilated. He felt a rush of feelings no, emotions with this girl. A girl he had only met just minutes before.
John isn't one to believe in love at first sight but he did know this girl was special. Special in a way no one had ever been before. So special, he wasn't about to let it go. No, John isn't one to believe in love at first sight but he is one to believe in fate. He knew she felt the same as he saw the blood rush to her cheeks.
John has always been one for the crazies. That's how most everyone describes him. He likes to live up to what's expected of him. John quickly stood up and grabbed one of Jillians blood tainted cheeks and before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips to hers.
He soon realized that he was wrong when he said she reminded him of his mother, yes, she does look like his mother in small, subtle ways. His mother was not an easy bird but a impulsive one. This bird, she wasn't easy or impulsive, she was trusting. John was going to make sure that he did everything in his right to make sure she could trust him, even though he could barely trust himself.
