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Chapter 4: Plans

I woke up the next day energized and excited, which never happens. I jumped into the shower and blared music throughout my room, singing to it now and then. "Move along, move along like I know you'll do" The music was then cut off by my phone ringing.

I never bothered to turn the water off, and answered the phone. "Hey" I said, hoping to hear the familiar, sweet sound of Jacky's voice.

"Hey baby, it's Ronnie and...wha...wait are you in the shower? So like you're naked? hmm." He blurted out. "What do you want Radke?" I snarled back.  "You baby." He said chuckling. "Well more specifically I want to talk to you. I'm sorry about the whole fight and everything, and getting jealous was so not fucking cool. I know i'm an asshole and everything but I love you Taylor and I dont wanna let you go. Ill try to be better I promise. Will you forgive me?" He continued on.

I stopped to think for a moment, when a wave of attitude slipped out of my mouth and through the phone to meet Ronnie. "I'll think about it. I'll address this with you at school. For now, politely fuck off" I spat out, hanging up the phone.

I got out of the shower, sort of smirking. "As if." I said laughing, remembering I was skipping a whole week to hang out with Jacky.

I got dressed and ran down stairs to grab my purse. When i went back up to my room, I could see the light of my phone on.

 I collapsed onto my bed as I grabbed it and read the text message.                                                  Jacky: 71884, Atlantic way. Come over whenever.

I smiled, and grabbed my stuff and ran out of my front door to my car. I put it in Reverse and began driving anxiously.

-Arriving at Jacky's-

From the looks, Jacky's house was so quaint and modest from the outside. I rang the door bell and within seconds, I met the recognizably sweet, hollow face of Jacky Vincent.

"Hey. Come on in ugh...yeah." He shuddered nervously. "Thanks." I said, trying to be more subtle. "So whats the itinerary for today dude?" I asked.

"Uh...Um well we can uh...We can go to the beach. Its 5 minutes from here." He mumbled. "Good plan, but I don't have a bathing suit." I laughed, noticing his nervous, pale face and shaky hands. "Oh well uh...then we can..." I cut him off as I told him light heartedly, "It's ok, we'll just stop by my place."

"Wait. Really?" He asked in a mellow tone. "Yeah. My parents won't care and it's not that far from here." "Cool." He said, unwittingly.

We climbed into my Car and pulled out of his driveway. "Can we listen to some tunes?" He asked. "Yeah, grab a CD out of my glove box man." I told him, kind of giggling.

'Tunes' I love that Jacky speaks oddly, I thought to myself. "What's this one?" He asked, pulling out a disk with the words written on it saying 'DONT LISTEN TO ME' in bright red sharpie.

"Oh it's uh... it's nothing." I said, snatching the CD case from him. "Ok. How's this one?" He said, grabbing a new one. "Perfect." I grinned, as he put it into the CD player. "Don't wanna be an American Idiot!" We both sang out, as the music kicked on.

When the song was over we could not stop laughing at the fact we both enjoyed that so much. "Haha. Well, we're here!" I exclaimed as I drove up my driveway. "Holy Shit." He yelled out. "What?" I said laughing weakly, realizing that was the first time Jacky had ever cursed in front of me.

"Your house is huge!" He babbled on. "Eh I hate it. Call me white privileged and I'll beat ur ass." I said as we both giggled.

We walked into my house and saw my dad in the kitchen. "Hey honey, who's this? Wait...is that your new boyfriend? C'mon I liked Ronnie!" He pressed. "Dad! No! He's just a friend." I whined, in a bitchy way.

"Hi, I um...I'm Jacky Vincent." Jacky explained. "Well uh, hi there Jack. Im david." My dad said, reaching his hand out to shake Jacky's. "It's Jacky, dad. And no, not happening." I said as i grabbed Jacky's hand, pulling him up the stairs to my room.

"What was that about?" He asked me as I slammed my door shut. "I hate my parents." I said, realizing I was still holding Jacky's hand. We parted our hands nervously, and I grabbed my swimsuit. "Lets go." I said rushing him back down the stairs.

-Arriving at the beach-

Jacky and I split to change at the public bathrooms. "Hey. There's surf boards in the back of my..." I looked up from fixing my top, to see Jacky spaced out staring at me. "Jacky?" I asked confused.  "Oh um...yeah..what? Surf boards? Got it." He mumbled, trying to get words out. "Yeah." I said laughing to myself.

We found the perfect spot to set our things and grabbed my boards. I wrapped the wave guard around my ankle to notice Jacky sitting in the sand all mopey looking. "What's the matter?" I asked leaning my surf board up against my arm. "I uh...I cant surf." He mumbled. "No worries! I'll teach you!" I said whisking him up from the hot, yellow-toned sand.

After 3 hours had passed, Jacky successfully learning to surf and a dark sun tan, We packed up our belongings and drove back to Jackys house. We spent the day laughing and enjoying each other's company.

"Welp. Thanks for today." I said to Jacky as I gathered my things and got ready to leave. "Oh uh...No thank you." He said trying to stand un-awkwardly.  I smiled and made my way out to my car and looked back to see Jacky's soft face before climbing into the drivers side.

After arriving back at my place, and taking a shower I jumped into bed and sat there for a long time thinking. 'Should I get back together with Ronnie?'