Darlin' ~ FP Jones

Get Free

FP Jones sat in his pickup in the parking lot at Pop's. He had gone there to see if Harper was there. He wanted to see her. There was something about her that made him feel like a teenager again. Foolish and powerless under her blue eyes. Her smile was addictive and the way she listened to what he had to say like no one else ever did. He just wanted to talk. Just to talk.

FP~ Hey

Harper~  Hi, who's this?

FP~It's FP

Harper~ Oh, hi sorry about that. What's up?

FP~ Just thinking of going to the Wyrm, you in?

Harper~I think that was just a onetime thing, plus it's late, I'm staying in tonight.

FP~ Oh, well I could come see you.

Harper~ That's not really a possibility, FP.

Harper didn't get a response from him after that. She cursed under her breath and put her phone aside as she picked up her book again. Suddenly, she heard a tap on her window. She peeked out from behind the book and saw someone sitting in the oak tree, tapping lightly on her window. She got up and hesitantly walked over and opened her window.

"Oh my God, FP, what the hell!" Harper whisper-shouted to him and she only got a laugh in return. He climbed into the room and plopped down on the window seat. Harper sat down next to him cautiously and looked at him shocked.

"What? I wanted to talk." He smiled and spoke quietly. The man looked around her room. The bed shoved against the wall, books littered around on the floor and almost on every surface, clothes piled up around, and the faint peek of  leather jacket poking out of the closet; which excited him a lot.

"You could have just called. Calling is always an option" Harper muttered, shaking her head at him and trying not to laugh.

"I like to see your face when we talk and see your facial expressions. I'd like to save the phone calls for times when I can't just come and see you." He said, almost too seriously for Harper's comfort.

"When you can't come see me?" She asked, scooting closer to him as if he was going to disappear and leave her right there.

"Sometimes I'm away, on business. Or there's trouble and I have to lay low. It comes with the job." He shrugs, he loved his work and even though people assumed he was just some menace, he wasn't.

"Well I hope that time doesn't come anytime soon, FP. We're just becoming friends again."

"Me too, kid."

"Fine," she sighed, "What did you want to talk about, FP?" She looked at him, his eyes gleamed in the light.

"You." He said, looking back at her.

"What about me? There's nothing much to say." She said quietly, tucking her knees up and resting her head on them.

"I'm sure there's stuff to say." He said back, "Just tell me about you."

"I like to read a lot, listen to music, or write. Other than that, there's nothing else. You already know I just moved here and that my parents divorced." She said. He nodded and said, "Huh."

"Actually thanks to you I now like to smoke the occasional cigarette." She glared at him playfully and he shook his head.

"Damn kid you're easily corrupted. Lucky me." He winked at her, causing her to blush. The way he made her feel, all locked up inside while simultaniously making her feel freer than ever before. They sat there quietly before Harper got up and crossed the room. He watched as she fished into her bed side table and pulled out a fresh pack, the same kind he buys. She grabbed a match box and sat down next to him, opening it up.