[4 DAYS UNTIL AMERICA]
It was morning, Jack and I had a huge chat about our childhood last night.
Here's a note, I learned something during this trip. Ireland made me shook.
However, Jack was an absolute sweetheart, he treated me to dinner, he took care of my health, he... He changed so much.
No, why do I care? I have no business with him.
I scratched my forehead trying to get the thoughts out of my head. Then, I cupped my hands around the coffee mug.
Jack tapped his finger against the table, he was probably thinking of how to get me home.
He then looked up curiously as his fingertips glided through his green hair.
"You remember me now, don't you?" Jack asked, narrowing his bright blue eyes.
"Sure," I looked around, trying to ignore what he asked a second ago.
"Well, if you keep denying me then I'll just have to give you more evidence!" Jack grabbed my wrist and began running right to the tree I fell out of.
"What?! No! I want to get home!"
"Too bad," Jack stuck his tongue out as if he was mentally six. I frowned as he dragged me to the intimidating tree.
Wonderful! Horrible memories.
"Jack!" My wrist began hurting by his forceful grip. I began to actually walk behind instead of dragging my feet.
His hands were so warm unlike my cold fingertips wrapped around his.
Closing my eyes, I sighed as Jack brought me to the tree. I opened my eyes slowly. "Anything? Remember?" Jack pleaded.
"How do you remember all this?" I asked suspiciously.
Jack sighed and rolled his eyes, "A few days ago, I visited my mother to help clean out her basement. Well, as she was going through one of the boxes, coincidentally, she found some old pictures of you and I. There were small summaries of each picture. She told me that we were close friends; we were the abnormal type in primary school since, y'know, boy and girl hanging out, haha."
He paused.
"I guess I was just lucky to bump into you," he chuckled to himself as he blankly stared at the ground.
A/N: Sorry for the cheesy explanation...
He continued again, "That's all, I'm sorry. You can go now, maybe I'm mistaken."
The word mistaken echoed around my mind as if it were bouncing off from each side.
I stared at the tree, unconscious about my surroundings.
"Jack! Is this the same tree we climbed when you told me I could be a professional rock climber?!"
Jack looked up, flinching by my unexpected voice.
"I don't know if it's the same tree," he replied while walking towards it.
I did the same.
"Dare to climb?" I smirked, staring up into the tree.
"I'm afraid of heights,"
"Really?"
"Race you!"
Jack grabbed the first branch and began climbing. "C'mon! Start fair!"
I too began climbing; hoping I wouldn't fall again.
