Isabella Vaughn

Chapter 3

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Jenson and I got coffee after we visited Jack. I held my mug as I looked into the warm liquid that easily started to warm my body from the cold weather and let out a sigh. "I hope Jack gets better." Jenson looked at me and gave me a reassuring smile, putting a hand on one of mine. "I know he will. No matter how broken you are, you always get better. Plus, he's a tough little guy, Bella." He reassured me. I put the mug down with my free hand and sighed again, looking down at the table. I knew Jenson was trying to help. I felt so helpless, like I could be doing something right now instead of drinking coffee... Jensen lifted my chin up and held my hands. "Hey, hey. Look at me." I looked up into his shining emerald eyes. "Don't worry, okay?" I nodded a little but said nothing. Too much to think about. We finished our coffee and he offered to take me to get some food. I agreed, because my dinner was cold by now. He drove to Jane's Home Cooking, and helped me out of his Chevy. We went inside and sat down at a window seat and started to look through the menu. 

After we ordered, he looked at me. Concern were so obvious in his eyes, that you knew he was about to say something serious. "Will you be able to handle the next mission?" He asked. I shrugged slightly. I had a job to do, and I couldn't let my personal feelings get into the way. I'm never excited about missions unless my dream, about Jenson and I singing together, came true. We talked about a variety of topics to not think about the mission, or my brother. I told him everything about me, anything he didn't know already at least, during dinner, he told me about himself too. It was moments like these that should be cherished the most. Just being with the people you care about when shit tries to bring you down.

After dinner, Jenson drove me home. I kissed him on the cheek and started to get out. "Thanks for taking me out for dinner. I had fun." I smiled genuinely at him and closed the door. I saw Jenson's car pull out of my driveway from the window. I went up to bed, since it was fairly late. That was the first night I slept decently.

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I woke up with smells of flowers in my room. I went downstairs and opened the door to find beautiful tulips and roses sitting there in a red vase. There was a letter peaking out from the top. For my lovely Bella it read. I picked up the vase and took it inside, putting them on my kitchen table. Then I grabbed my to-go cup of coffee and drove to work. Suddenly my cell phone rang. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello, is is Miss Bristow?" Seeing the I.D on the caller, my heart started to drop. Getting news from the hospital usually weren't good news.

"Yes?" I swallowed thickly, feeling like time was freezing.

"Miss Bristow, I am so sorry. It's your brother...Please come to the hospital as soon as you can." Just as I suspected. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. My heart beat furiously in my chest like I was suffering from breathing. Caught in my chest in worry and panic. I dropped everything, fortunately it wasn't the vase of flowers, and rushed out to my car. Now, before I drove to the hospital, I called my mom, dad and Jenson. I rushed into the room. Jack's eyes were closed and the heart meter was barely holding my brother's heartbeat. The doctor walked over to me and touched my shoulder, shaking her head. "We don't think he has long to live. Someone came in and beat him up again." I nodded in complete shock. I couldn't focus on anything else in that moment. My parents and Jenson came rushing in a few seconds later. I didn't even bother asking about the security camera that was a corner of the room. It could show who did this to my brother.

I shook my head helplessly while I looked over at Jack. My dad put his arms around my mom and hugged her. Jenson came over to me and hugged me tightly but in a comforting way after I tell them what happened. "My baby!" My mom started to cry, grabbing Jack's limp hand from the bed and holding it tightly, like it would bring Jack back.... The meter stopped, and poured  out the last beats of my brother's life like it was ink on paper, then turned into a straight line. I started crying into Jenson's shirt. This couldn't be happening. I wouldn't believe it. It felt... so.. surreal... The room was filled with silent crying and tight hugs. As if on cue, rain started to pour outside.

We stayed in the room for a little longer, until the doctor's came in and tried to wake him up, after minutes of trying, they covered Jack's body and recorded the time. "March 22nd, 3:22pm." Then they shooed us out. Jenson told me he was going to call the bank and tell them he's spending the day with me under bad consequences. He drove to my house and walked in with me. My parents said they might join us later. I sat on the couch while Jenson made both of us tea, then handed me a mug and sat next to me, hugging me tightly again. I couldn't help but start crying again cried. So I did, hiding my already tear stained face in his chest.. "Why did he have to leave?" I choked out quietly. He looked at me and petted my hair. "Shh, shh, it will be okay." I knew it didn't feel like it would be, that it would be long days before it did, but he was right. After minutes of crying, I drank some of my tea and tried to calm down. I looked in my mug. "I will hunt this son of a bitch down." I said without a lick of emotion through my voice. Like all emotion and feeling left my body. Jenson looked at me, and his next words should shock you, because they definitely shocked me. "I'll help." he said to me. I looked at him, incredulous. "What?" When your best friend offers to help you hide a body, it can come out inconsiderate, or mocking the pain you feel. Which is what I thought was going on.

"I mean it, Bella. You don't deserve this pain. Whoever this bitch is, doesn't  know who they picked a fight with." Jenson said honestly, still looking into my eyes. I nodded. "Thank you." I leaned in and kissed him suddenly. I didn't know where it came from, but now it was on the table. He kissed me back, moving his hands to the small of my back. I moved my hands in his hair. Suddenly I pulled back. I was confused. "Is everything okay?" He asked. I nodded and looked down, covering my blush.

He saw right through me, smiled, lifted my chin and kissed me again. I didn't resist this time, and kissed him back. Minutes pass before we pulled back to breathe. A smile stuck on my lips, and stayed as I blushed. He grinned and touched my cheeks with his palms, as if saying it was cute that I was blushing. "Were you the one who sent me flowers this morning?" He looked at me, looking very confused, and shook his head.

"What flowers?"

"I found tulips and roses outside my door this morning." I got up and went to the vase. I pulled out the note and went over to him, handing him the note I kept on my kitchen island.

For my lovely Bella

He read the note, and looked at me. "That's very interesting," He paused, trying to comprehend the information. "but no, didn't send you any flowers. I was thinking of surprising you with red roses this morning, but the flower shop wasn't opened." I frowned too. Who sent me these flowers then? Jenson also said that the flower shop was closed this morning, so how could the mysterious person send me flowers. I mentally shook my head to forget about this right now, and kissed Jenson again.

Right now I should stay in this moment. Jensen kissed me back, touching my waist while I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. I never thought I'd let my crush feelings get the best of me like this, but it felt good to kiss him. His lips were soft, touching mine. His hair was so fun to run my fingers though. For so long, I never thought of doing this with my best friend, but now I was glad I was. It was like a light bulb suddenly lit up a dark room.

I didn't know how to feel, or if this was a good idea. This could all be a day drink. Especially right after my brother just died recently anyway. Jenson was so kind and attractive, my mind could barely remember how we met, but I didn't care. We finally knew how we both feel for each other. It made me feel like a huge rock was lifted. I moved one of my hands to his chest, still kissing him. He carefully took off my coat and touched my back and moved me closer to him, I do.

Long minutes pass before we stop. He lied down on the couch and I got on him and he kissed me again, I kissed him again and we made out again. It was starting to get dark outside when we finally stop and sat up. He looked outside and got up to leave. "I should leave, it's getting dark outside." Jenson said gently and kissed my lips again. I smiled and kissed back. "I'll pick you up tomorrow and we can get breakfast, then go to work together, okay?" He smiled and kissed me goodbye once I walked him to the door. I smiled and nodded. He left and closed the door after him. I blushed then went to bed early. I turned off the lights, and laid down. To happy. Did this mean we were a thing? How would tomorrow go?