The Mists Among Us |Jackson Whittemore Fanfic|

2: The color Envy

"I don't think this is healthy." Danny sighed as he spotted Maeson, he wasn't absolutely sure if working out on an empty stomach was good or not but either way, he knew nothing would stop her. "You know who you remind me of?" He asked and Maeson pursed her lips together, trying to focus on benching a new record for herself. He thought for a moment, confirming his thoughts before smiling, "Jackson."

Maeson let a dry laugh out, "And you know who you remind me of?" She didn't give him time to respond. "My mother. Now shut your face and add another 5 pounds." She barked and Danny sighed, shaking his head but nonetheless did what she ordered. He picked another weight up, not 5 pounds but 15, but Maeson didn't have to know that. With a wide grin, he added the weights, causing Maeson to gasp.

"Danny!" She yelled as her arms gave out, Danny quick as usual, caught the bar and put it back on the notch. Glaring, she sat back up, wiping her wet forehead. "You really suck."

"And you really stink. Sometimes, I question if you're really a girl." Danny shot back, pushing her out of the gym and into the girl's locker room. "Don't come out till you smell like a female." He ordered, closing the door before going to wash himself.

Sighing, Maeson went to her gym locker, grabbing everything she needed before heading to the showers. As soon as she got comfortable under the shower head, she realized how much her arms ached, and how tired she was going to be for the rest of the day. "Cause when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell, you don't know-o-o, you don't know you're beautiful." The lyrics slipped from her mouth. The damn song had been stuck in her head since it came out.

Shutting the water off, Maeson made careful steps back to her locker. She continued to hum, locking the towel tightly as she combed her hair, putting it in a messy bun before she clothed herself. "Damn jeggings." Her damp legs made it difficult to get the material to cooperate. Finally getting her clothes on, she slipped her shoes on and began to pack up.

"Oh wait!" She pulled out her bottle of perfume and sprayed herself with it, the scent was nostalgic, it was one of the scents Lydia use to buy her as a gift. Letting the smell settle, she closed her eyes, bringing her shirt to her nose and inhaling the fragrance. The sweet smell of peaches and cream lingered in her nose, igniting the memoires of her and Lydia's friendship from years before.

"I still can't believe we're going to high school!" Lydia squealed as her and Maeson thrashed clothes from side of the rack to the other, it wasn't usual that she and Maeson would hook up to do things but their mutual friend bailed and it left them alone, not that they minded it. Lydia and Maeson have known each other (on good terms) for a while now.

"I know!" Maeson grinned, she took a pair of shorts off the rack, giving them a good look before putting them back, questioning why she even picked them up. "I'm going have to do a big makeover this year! I'm still trying to convince my parents to let me dye my hair, I think I have a yes from Mom but Pops is just- is that Erica?" Maeson squinted her eyes, trying to confirm but it was hopeless. All she could see was a blonde glob of moving skin.

"Um, no." Lydia laughed, turning back to the rack. "I thought you got glasses?"

Maeson scrunched her face up, "I don't like them, I thought I could pull the nerdy thing off but I really can't, the lens are too thick and just yuck." Maeson gagged. Lydia pulled out a dress, examining it before tossing it over her arm.

"So how's Jackson?" Lydia asked casually, not looking up as she threw more clothes over her arm. Maeson stared at her, she usually played Cupid, but Maeson never tried hooking Jackson up with anyone. Maeson told herself it was because she was protective not possessive, but either way, she didn't want a relationship to change Jackson.