"I feel a bit homesick" I whispered. Jackson looked at me, gently smiling.
"It's only about 100 miles 'til we get to New York." He rubbed my thigh soothingly.
I sunk deeper into my seat, secretly hoping it would swallow me whole. I closed my eyes in hopes to catch some sleep, but soon opened them as I got reminded by the horrible nightmares I had had the past few nights. I do not know why I had seen so many nightmares lately, and they seemed to be ever more vivid and horrible as we got closer to NY.
"Are you going to get the tattoo or not?" I asked, making Jackson chuckle.
"In New York, I am. My good friend has his studio in downtown and I plan on going there."
"Oh? Who is this good friend you have?" I raised my brows.
"His name is Chris. He's a little crazy but I swear, he knows what he is doing." Jackson smiled.
I looked outside again and just drowned in my thoughts. I tried to shake the weird feeling away, but with no success.
Something in me tells me this trip is not going to end well.
I just know it.
Ok this is totally random BUT I met this guy online and he's from England
I just fell head over heels for him
HIS ACCENT IS SO SEXY AH CHOKE ME
kill me before I get any weirder
