Love?

~ Chapter 4 ~

Dr. Winchester, now my boss, said I could take a week off of work to mourn over Lianna's death. With a week off I decided to redecorate my house. I bought paints and other things to decorate my house with. I put on some clothes I didn't care about, and without wasting a second, I proceeded. About an hour past since I started and I was already covered in paint. I had ordered a baby blue colour for my room, the store said they would deliver it within an hour, so I was expecting it to arrive shortly so I could start with the part I was looking forward to the most, my room. Another fifteen minutes and then I hear a knock on my door.
"That must be baby blue!!" I jumped off of the chair I was standing on and ran to the door, obviously I didn't care about the state of my face or clothes. I opened the door with excitement and to my surprise.
"Jackson?" He was standing in front of my door holding my baby blue.
"What are you doing with my paint?" I asked.
"Um, it was delivered to my apartment. I figured you accidentally gave them the wrong address."
I felt like an idiot. Mostly because he was right, but also because I looked a mess.
"Are you redecorating?" he looked behind into my messy house.
"Uhh, yes" I replied trying to block his vision, but it was no use because of our height difference.
He gave up on looking in my house and looked at me, I could tell he was trying not to laugh at me.
"Need help?" he said with a half smile. For once I actually felt like he was human. So it was impossible to refuse his kindness.
"Yeah I could use an extra hand, I guess."
He made his way in, trying not to step on any equipment I had on the floor. As we entered the living room, I climbed the chair and resumed painting my wall. Jackson picked up a brush and started painting the same wall, standing right next to me. He didn't need a chair. Of course he didn't need a chair. He was like a giant! I've never felt so small in my entire life. We continued painting in silence for a while. When I looked at him he was so clean. He didn't even have a spot of paint on him. Then I looked at me, it looked like a paint can fell directly on me. I didn't really care as much as I should have though. Strangely, I felt somewhat comfortable with him.
"I..." Jackson said all of a sudden."Never mind."
"What is it?" I asked, intrigued.
"No. Nothing."
"You sure?"
He nodded. I was really confused. He acted like, sort of like, he had feelings. I saw a side of Jackson that I never thought I would see. He had a sensitive side, and he was starting to show it. Something was bothering him, and it annoyed me that I didn't know. I put down my brush. He stopped too and looked at me as if to say 'What are you doing?' I came down from the chair and stood right in front of him. I took the brush out of his hands and put it on the newspaper that was lying on the floor. I looked straight into his eyes.
"Something's wrong" I said.
He shook his head.
"I wasn't asking. I know something's wrong."
"I can't talk about it." He looked worried, like someone was trying to kill him.
I didn't want to pressure him, I decided instead to be a friend. I put my hands around his waist and hugged him. He didn't hug back. He just stood there like a statue. I didn't care I just kept hugging him. Just as I was about to let go, I felt him hugging me back. I felt satisfied with my efforts to help, seeing as it's not exactly normal for me to hug anyone. Especially someone I had met about a five days ago.
"Thank you." He said with a calm voice.
I let go of his waist and looked up at him, then smiled and nodded. I liked this feeling. The feeling of helping someone feel more safe.