An American Werewolf in London.

Chapter Twenty-Four

QUICK NOTE: This chapter has two different parts. I wrote some from Jackson's point of view and some from Ellie's. Please let me know if you'd like for me to continue it like this.

                                                                              --JACKSON--

At five-thirty on Friday morning, the melody of the Marimba ringtone reminded Jackson that in hours he would be back in Beacon Hills. He wasn't too enthused about it, but it would be nice to be back in his childhood home. Luckily, he had done most of his packing the night before after Ellie had went home to get everything together. Lydia was the only other girl Jackson had ever brought home to meet his parents, but that didn't even count. His parents had known her since she and Jackson were children. Ellie was something completely new to his parents. There would be talk of her all over Beacon Hills, Jackson already knew that. There was only one person there who knew her, and that was Derek. She would basically be like the shiny new toy for the town.

Making way into the bathroom, Jackson took a quick shower. Once he was done and dried off, he pulled on the jeans he had set out, heading into the large closet located in his bedroom. His back was turned to the door as he searched through the clothes to select the rest of his outfit. Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind, causing him to jump. He growled, turning around as quick as he could only to see Ellie in front of him, almost dying from laughter. She was now leaned up against the wall, her laughter filling the flat. Narrowing his eyes, Jackson looked down at her."You think that was funny? You could have made me have a heart attack or something!"He asked, his tone of voice harsh. Slowly, her laughter faded."I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to upset you."She told him, her voice soft as she neared him. As their eyes met, he couldn't stay mad at her. A smile slowly made it's way across his face, his hands slipping around her waist."It's okay."He whispered, leaning down and kissing her slowly. After a few moments, Ellie was the one to pull away."Okay, get yourself dressed. We've got to get to the airport."She told him, stepping back. Nodding, he grabbed a grey v-neck from a hanger, pulling it on before  his black leather jacket. After putting on his shoes he looked at Ellie, grabbing his suitcase and carry on. Ellie grabbed her things too, the duo making their way out to the cab that awaited them.

By seven they were on the plane. Luckily, the trip flew by. He and Ellie stayed up for an hour or two as she forced him to tell her everything about Beacon Hills. After he was done they fell asleep, not waking up until the flight attendent came over the plane, giving the alert that they would be landing soon. By the time the plane was ready for the departure of the passengers, they were fully awake and ready to get off. Jackson's father had brought his Porsche to the airport the night before, something that Jackson was thankful for. It would be nice to have one of his prized possesions back. When he had left months before, he had even taken the keys with him without thinking about it. As they made it inside the airport they made their way to the luggage claim, finding their easily. Within ten minutes, they made it out to his car. 

Ellie stood in front the Porsche, her eyes wide."Woah.."Was all she said as Jackson took her bags from her, placing them in the back along with his. Laughing softly, Jackson opened the passenger door for her."Get in, babe."He offered, motioning with his free hand. Ellie looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, shaking her head."Maybe this was a bad idea. I'm sure I can catch the next flight back to London.."She trailed off. Jackson shook his head, taking her hand."Stop being nervous. Everything is going to be great, I promise."He assured her, kissing her hand softly before gently pulling her towards the car."Do you think this outfit looks okay? Maybe I should change.."She thought aloud. Jackson examined her outfit. She was wearing a pair of black jeans with a white cream button-up blouse, a green jacket over it, and black combat boots. Jackson grinned and nodded, kissing her forehead softly."You look beautiful, Ellie." She exhaled a long breath, sitting down in the seat before Jackson shut her door. He hurried into the drivers seat, getting out of the chilly December air. There was silence as he first began to drive, only proving to him that Ellie was very nervous. Any other time she would be talking his leg off. Without saying a word, he placed his right hand on top of hers, giving it a gently squeeze.