Daisy a day || Miniminter FF

All about Jackson

"I'm back!" I announced, shutting the front door of the shared house behind me.

"Luce!" I heard Simon shout as I started walking up the stairs to my room. It had been a long day, and I really needed to lie down for a while, but Simons excitement made me wander back towards him.

"Yea?" I asked slowly.

"They found the girl who did this!" Simon yelled from the kitchen, his phone against his ear. My mouth fell open in shock, and I quickly made my way back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"She's going into court later this week, with attempted murder charges." He added, blue eyes wide. I grinned at Simon, relief washing over my body. Finally they'd found something.

"Hey, did something good happen today? You look way happier." Simon added, covering the bottom of his phone with his hand as he spoke to me.

"Yeah, I think I made a new friend." I said with a smile.

I'm not sure why I didn't tell Simon about Jackson. I tell Simon almost everything, but here I was, unable to tell him about a cute boy I had just met. I felt almost guilty for not telling Simon, a sinking feeling in my gut as Simon smiled gently at me. Why didn't I tell him? Unable to meet Simons gaze anymore, I backed out of the kitchen before I did something I might regret. What was wrong with me? I shook my head to myself as I climbed the stairs. Why did I care what Simon thought? I wasn't sure what it was, but something had certainly stopped me from telling him. I just hoped Simon hadn't noticed my pause, my second guessing.

Sighing, I tried to push away the odd feeling that my body was succumbing too. I wasn't used to this strange feeling. Deciding to just ignore my brains tricks, I collapsed onto my bed in a tired heap.

It took 10 minutes of awkward acrobatics for me to get into my pajamas. I must've looked like a beached whale to any observer, but I seriously couldn't be bothered standing up to get changed, hence the strange show of lack of gymnastic ability.

Panting, I laid on my stomach as my chest heaved. All that time in a hospital bed had made my fitness decline rapidly, and getting back into a fitness regime was always hard. Maybe I'd ask Simon to come with me. A gym buddy always made things better, and he had been going on about starting back up gym and swimming soon.

Plus, I wouldn't mind seeing him with fewer clothes. My eyes widened as the thought flitted across my mind. What? A hot blush spread over my cheeks, and I was fortunate no one was in the room with me. How embarrassing that would be.

I jumped, as if I had been caught as my phone started vibrating on my pillow. Why was I all over the place today?Grabbing my phone, a sense of giddiness overcame me all of a sudden as Jacksons contact popped up on face time, shirtless Simon completely forgotten.

He wanted to face time me? Oh golly, I was dressed in my pajamas! Shit! Where do I sit? Would he care if I looked like I had just rolled out of bed? Was it that noticeable?

What do people normally do when face timing? Whenever I Skyped the boys, we were at our computers, or the occasional time if we were about, we'd get a horrifying angle of each others chins. I dropped my phone as I skittered to answer the call. What in the heck do I do? I ended up sitting on my bed, trying to look as natural as possible as I answered the call, Jacksons stunning grin appearing.

"Hey Lucy."

Jackson had me absolutely mesmerized. His smooth voice and aptitude for story telling made him completely and utterly compelling to me. Simon had come up to his room a while ago, and I'd chucked my headphones in, again not sure why I didn't want Simon to know about Jackson.