New Moon

Space ~ Jackson

I walk into the house to find Hunter walking out of a steamy bathroom with a towel around his waist light brown hair a damp mess. I start making my way to my room but, Hunter stops me.

Hunter: Your back early.

Jackson: Am I?

Hunter: Weren't you going to drop off Luna?

Jackson: I did.

Hunter: And you didn't stay with her? She usually enjoys your company, especially on a day like.......today.

Jackson: I offered but she wanted some time to herself.

Hunter: I'm just surprised you didn't stay anyway.

Jackson: I thought of it but.......she wanted space, she's hurting and I don't want to push her.

Hunter: She's really going back to the cabin?

Jackson: So it seems.

Hunter: Did you know beforehand?

Jackson: No, she doesn't tell me everything Hunter.

Hunter: Seems that way.

Jackson: Hunter she doesn't need to tell me everything, she's an adult and I'm not some kind of psycho friend who needs to keep tabs on her all the time.

Hunter: I'm just saying, you know her better than most of us, why would she want to go back? Why does she want so much time for herself? It's not like her.

Jackson: And you being off schedule isn't like you yet here we are talking while time ticks by.

Hunter: I'm worried is all, she usually cant stand to be on her own.

Jackson: Trust me, I am too but it's her choice and I won't make her do something she doesn't want to do, or keep her from something she does. Besides, this is probably a good thing, so there's nothing to worry about.

Hunter: I know.

Jackson: You gonna head out soon?

Hunter: I have to, can't be late to work.

Jackson: You mean you can't be less then three and a half hours early.

Hunter: Exactly, now if you'll excuse me. Oh, I made some pasta, it's in the fridge, enough for four.

Jackson: You mean three.

Hunter: Exactly

Hunter walks into his room to finish getting ready for work while my curiosity takes me to the fridge to see what kind of pasta my brother has made. Once I find the tubberware I look at the sticky note with the current date on it. Even though nothing ever lasts long enough to go bad Hunter still puts sticky notes on all the containers for safety, especially since he got food poisoning when he was 14. Upon further inspection a delicious looking chicken alfredo is in the container.

Jackson: "Luna's favorite, sneaky"

I put back the tubberware and close the fridge. I take a looks at the time. Noon. Two whole hours to kill before work. I unlocked my phone, about to text Luna but, decided against it.

Jackson: She said she needed time, so I have to leave her be.

I take a seat on the couch. It's hard not to check on her, especially today. So I just sit there staring at her contact until-

Hunter: Jackson......Jackson.....Jackson!

Jackson: Huh? Ya.

I look up to see my brother ready for work.

Hunter: I'm heading to work, ok?

Jackson: Ya, be careful.

Hunter: Did you see what pasta I made?

Jackson: Ya looks good.

He glances at my phone and heads to the door.

Hunter: I would hate for you to eat it alone, maybe you could stop staring at your phone and actually use it to call-

Jackson: I'll think about.

Hunter: *sigh* Ok, have a good day, see you later.

Jackson: Ya, see ya later.

With that Hunter walks through the front door. I checked the time again. 12:17. Has it really only been 17 minutes? I looked back at the fridge and think about the pasta.

Jackson: You would kill me if I ate that without you.

After another minute or two I decide having her mildly annoyed would be better then death. I unlock my phone and tap on her contact.