Just Friends

Jacksons home

Me and Jackson were headed down the road to my house when it hit me. We are driving! Jackson cant drive. Im barely old enough and were did this car come from!

"Question." I said looking at my handsome, yet sometimes childish best friend.

"Answer" ge replied keeping his eyes on the road drivibg better then he ussually does.

"Where did this car come from?"

"Nice right" He smiled wildly "My new job pays well, and im damn good at it too." Added satisfiedwith himself. However I have a bad feeling and when i have a nad feeling and it involves jackson.

Its. Never. A. Good. Thing.

"Whats your new job?" I asked innocently.

"Uh haha. A selling job." He answered pulling into my house. My mom then ran out side like she'd be expecting us. Or gosip about Jacksons car soread around the neighborhood.

"Where in the world did you scrape up this kind of money?" My mom asked, she was in an apron slippers night pants and a sleeping gown, tied on her head rested a bandana and she was holding a sud covered ladle in one hand, inthe other a sponge.

"New Job" Jackson said getting out the car and walk up to my mom, whi gretted him with open arms.

"Its good to see you again. And where do you work?" Se said hugging him tightly getting some soap on his back.

"Its a selling job. What ever that means." I said getting my things put the car. If your wondering. My mom didnt come to thailand with me. She didnt even know till I was gone....she didnt want me to testify she feared id get hurt.

"Selling! Jackson. Come on now thats dangerous.you can be doing that so young." My mom scolded jackson.

"My brothers did it? Its okay i have pride rocks permission." Jackson whined. I didnt understw d what was going in but when i heard him say 'Pride Rock' I knew it had to do with gang stuff. Which excited me. In more ways then one..

"Mom leave him be. He'll be okay he's a tough kid." I said bring my bags inside.

"Jackson help him" she said aside as Jackson helped me with my things

"He my be tough but there is always someone or something tougher. I dont wanna this to get him hurt." She said walking up to me. As Jackson carried my things to my room.

"I know..." although i didnt understand the job. I knew my mom did, and she knows about my feelings towards Jackson so she knew more about how to feel.

"Im gald your back baby. How was your trip?" She replied kissing my head and giving me a hug. My mom wasnt tall. But not too short.

"Haunting." I said softly. "I was so scared i couldn't say all of what happened." I added feeling pitiful.

"Its okay you did what was right. He cant hurt anyone anymore." She hugged me tighter. "Im so so glad your here you know"

"Ya, what about me." Jackson said pouting.

"Come here you." My said pulling him close. "Both my boys home. Make's my heart warm to know your both safe." My hugged us both tightly.

(Jackson's Pov)

That night. I laed next to Bambam in his bed checking if he was completely alseep before trying to sneak out. When the coast was clear, I quietly got my keys and walked downstairs. The light was on in the kitchen, so i gave it a check.

"Oh Jackson. What are you doing up?" Bambam's mom asked me about to poir her herself a drink. I took the glass and poured it for her.

"Im about to head home." I said putting the liquor down.

"Oh. Why dont you stay?" She asked me.

"....Curfew?"

"You dont believe in curfews whats your real reason." She knew me as well as bambam knew me. Its great in situations like these.....not.

"....my brothers will worry." I said uneasy knowing they could care less about me.

"Jackson. Real reason." She pryed.

I let out a deep sigh. She really cared and she already knew i was making up excuses.

"Its just that time if year" I said kinda depressed. I watched as she poured me a a drink.

"You can stay here tonight. Have a drink if you need to smoke do it out side. But other then that you can stay anytime you want." She smiled as we tapped our glasses together then drank. And drank. And drank. And drank.

(Bambams moms pov)

It was just a few drinks. Then again I never knew him to be drinker. I just wanted him to get his mind off of his past. But....ive turned him into a rambling teen. The worse thing is i cant understand him....because hes rambling in Cantonese.

"Okay time for bed." I siad keading him to a guest room and giving him water. "Sleep well" i added leving to my own room.

A few minutes later...i heard footsteps, so i got up to check on Jackson. He had gotten and made his way back to Bambam room.

"Bambam. Wake up. Im drunk and i want you to do funny things with me." He slurred out a loud whisper. Listened just slightly.

"Mm jackson im sleepy..." bambam whined as i heard the covers shift. "Just come lay down and sleep. We can talk if you not tired. But i dont wanna keave my bed." This time bambam spoke in a way were he could get anyone to do anything for him. I peaked in the room lightly and watched as Jackson crawled into the bed and layed down and the two boys, One drunk the other half awake, talked.