light headed | boyxboy

siete|7|sept

"you're back"

i turn without noting it's a very familiar british accent. i'm not sure how i recognised it - everyone sounds like harry styles to me. but oh shit.

"hello", i respond meekly. today his eyes are the colour of the shining blue water in mijas. the boy smiles.

"you speak english!", he revels. i crack a smile at this and his face lights up.

"yeah. i'm... um, i'm jax. jax de caliente", i stumble through my words, however now eager to make an impression. i hold out my hand awkwardly. he's is taller than me, but only by a few inches. the boy gives me a lopsided grin, reaching his eyes.

"i'm-"

"miller", i finish. then, feeling embarrassed, i drop my gaze to his scuffed joggers. "uh, yeah, i remember"

"yes. miller wright. a boring name, but... jax. is that short for something? jackson?", he asks, curiously.

"well, it's uh... jacques", i reply. it occurs to me that we are still shaking hands. actually, it's not really shaking hands anymore. it's more that we're holding hands. i bite my lip and step backwards.

"that's pretty", miller nods, now letting the conversation trail off. i continue to knaw at my lip and try not to stare at him, proving to be quite difficult.

"i'll... see you around", I gather my books and brush past him gently.

he smells of tulips and mint cologne.

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what's miller and jax's ship name?
i'll choose the best one in the comments.