Welcome to Redwood, Oregon. 54 kilometers from the city of Calhoun, population 286.
This small, quiet town is home to beautiful waterfalls, quaint cafes, enchanting phenomena like gravity hills and glowing streams, and a girl named Reagan Wallace.
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Reagan did realize they were probably nauseating. She was never one to be considered affectionate, and she was never truly comfortable with public display of affection, but this was Jack.
Jack was the boy who spent nearly all hours she was awake by her side, the boy whose smile alone could kickstart her heartbeat, and the boy who she thought would never like her back.
So now that she's aware she was entirely wrong, it was hard to contain herself.
Throughout the entire ride home, every glance at him elicited the need for physical contact and Jack didn't seem to be any less eager.
The thought that she has kissed him, and the thought that she once again will, made her giddy and restless.
Jack wasn't any better. His teeth was gnawing on the corner of his lip to conceal his smile, shyly looking away anytime their eyes met by accident.
"Jesus you're gross," Corbyn deadpanned, "You're like two grade schoolers who just held hands for the first time."
"That's you when you met Christina so you're not really in the place to talk," Zach sighed, boredly tapping on his phone before adding, "But yeah you guys are kinda gross."
Reagan laughed out loud as Jack and Daniel simultaneously reached over to swat Zach upside the head.
By the time they reached her house, she was still buzzing from the night they just had. She still hasn't recovered from the high, especially when her thoughts would drift to Jack and how beautifully contrasting the calloused skin on his hands were from how gentle he held her, and she couldn't help smile at the open road without meaning to.
Any joy she had in her though drained straight out of her system when she saw the blue cooper parked outside of her house.
"Shit," She mumbled under her breath.
The only other car her family's ever owned was parked just in front of her front door, right beside the broken down school bus, and it only meant one thing: her mother was home.
And that didn't make sense because she wasn't due to visit in at least another week and she wasn't entirely happy about it.
When she parked, they all piled out of the car with simultaneous groans because despite having a great night, sleeping on soil and gravel wasn't a comfortable way to sleep.
Once their joints popped and their limbs were stretched, they all piled into the house with Reagan leading and it didn't need any extra effort of searching to find her mom there, sat in the living room with her father on the other side of the coffee table.
