Ringside Seat ||A Laughing Jack Love Story||

Chapter 7 - Trust

Chapter 7 – Trust

Paris

I sat staring at the box after school; it was nestled on my bed while I just stared at it, kneeling beside my bed. Unsure if I should let the clown out. I could feel the tension in the air but soon I cranked the handle, humming along to the horrible sound of a twisted ‘Pop goes the weasel.’

Soon the top flew open but nothing came out. I mutter under my breath but when I turn around my nose is poked with something, looking up I’m greeted with those silver eyes. I scream and scramble back as his clawlike fingers reach out to me.

“Ooh I’m going to kill you.” He growled with a smile on his face.

“No! No you won’t!” I shout and he stops surprisingly.

“Nobody talks back to me like that.” He growled.

“Well, I’m not afraid of you laughing Jack, not anymore.”

Jack stood astonished; his eyes bore into me, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “You’re not afraid of me?”

I shook my head, “No.”

“I could kill you right now, right here. But you’re not afraid?” he questions as if I’d change my mind.

I shook my head again, “You don’t intimidate me.”

He growled but walked closer, his claws retracted and he began prodding me as I sat there, tugging at my hair, poking my nose, and my cheekbones.

“What are those… things on your face?” he asks.

“What ‘things’?” I question.

“Little brown polka dots.” He says.

I smile a bit, “Freckles?

He looked into my eyes, “Your eyes are dark…” he comments.

I had gotten my eyes from my mother, dark forest green eyes. “Yeah?”

“And your hair is abnormally bright for a red head.” He points out grabbing a tendril of my wavy hair.

“Gee thanks.” That was one way not to flatter someone.

He kept poking my nose, “It’s strange. All you humans have these little nubs for noses.”

I roll my eyes, “Well it’s not every day you see someone with a cone nose.”

He smirked, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I sighed in exasperation as he continued to poke and prod me until he found my ticklish sides. I yelp and laugh, “Don’t do that!”

He smiled wickedly, “Ooh, ticklish?”

My eyes widen as I try to dart over my bed but he’s already tickling my sides. I laugh hysterically trying to swat him away but he thinks it funny and continues to tickle me well past when tears stream down my face.

“S-stop!” I laugh.

Soon he grew bored and did stop, lying across my bed again. I growl and try to shove him off once more.

“Why do you like my bed so much?” I growl.

“Because it’s comfy, and that box is not.”

I fold my arms over my chest, “I let you out so you could make a deal with me.”

“What sort of deal?” he questions.

“I need you to kill someone again.”

He smirks, “And why would I help you again?”

“Because… because…” I hadn’t thought of an excuse. “I-if you don’t! I’ll put you back in the box.”

“How do you plan to do that?”

“Easy.” I lie and look around for something.

Laughing Jack laughs at my attempt to force him back in the box, but it was perfect. As he was laughing and his attention adverted I crawled under the bed quickly and quietly. When he stopped I knew he was looking for me.

“Paris?” he questions.

I didn’t question how he knew my name and when he got off my bed to look for me I crawled out and stood behind him and whispered in his ear, “Boo.”

He jumped and then the box appeared at my feet. So I was right! Whenever Laughing Jack panicked he would go into that box like he had when mom had come into my room unexpectedly.

I smirk, “I told you Jack, I know how to put you in your place.”

And with that I set the box back down on my bedside table and lay down to watch some TV. Maybe I’ll try to reason with him again tomorrow.

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Photo: Just ol' Laughing Jack

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