I hesitated and grabbed a piece of gum out of my pocket. I did wish to turn back the time.
Where everything was normal.
"Huh.." Jackson was walking past the window and avoided my gaze. With a deep breath I stood up and walked over to the door. As I took a step outside Jackson was gone.
"Uh? Where did he go?" Nothing on the left side, nothing on the right side. Only a few passengers.
I stretched my leg and got out. The cold was so intense and so I waited.
I remembered one of Jacksons songs he wrote for me.
It was somehow like..
My feels are in between
Nothing more than empty streets
Whether there are people or not
It still owns me, owns me
I cant breathe no I cant
I long for another ground
My throat becomes dry
I become someoneelse
While I dream about coming near you
Climbing up the red hill
...
It was so catchy. That idiot had so much talent - but his personality made him seem like a different person. I pushed the snow to the side with my feet and walked back and forth.
"..Irina." Someone took my hand. "Ah, hey..are you .. feeling better?"
He smiled "A bit, but im still.." "Its okay Jackson, I feel you." "Seriously, how can you forgive that easily?" "When did I say I forgive you?" My eyes opened a bit.
"Oh come on!" He pushed himself away from me and turned around
"I dont want you to pet me like a cat." "..w..what?" "You dont take it serious enough. If.. if that guy is really a stalker or.. if its a boy u like than you need to tell me. How should I protect you if you dont share your thoughts with me?" I layed my hand on his back and began to stroke it. "Ah dont worry about that.. hes propably only a kid.." "Dont joke around." He got away from me again and left a bigger space between us.
Suddenly I felt a hard shake. I turned around and saw big white boots, ripped pants and blond hair that looked like the noodles in japan - Ramen.
I never noticed his pale skin cause I only got to see him a few times. That dude was so weird.
"OMO!" I jumped and brought my body into his direction."I-its you! Oh no.." My eyes got watery and I felt my knees and legs breaking. "Why now, omooooooooo!"
"Yah, why are you here?!" "I work here you Idiot!" "I get greeted by a tramp.. seriously.."
"Repeat that." "What?"
"I said... REPEAT IT!" "WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO-"
"Stop your talk already." I felt Jacksons hand on my waist.
"Jackson?"
"Hey, Zico."
What, what did just happen? Do they know each other?
"What the.." Zico looked to me and checked me out just like he did before.
"Do I have a pimple?" "No, thats not the problem." "What is it?!"
"I never thought that Jacksons taste in girls is that bad." "Excuse me?"
"Cut it out Zico." Jackson didnt look that happy. I looked to his side
but he avoided me again.
Zico realized our Engagement rings. "You.. what, what is this?" He pointed at Jacksons hand. "Dont tell me shes the one?" "Yeah, indeed." "Wow.."
He looked through the window and walked straight to the door. But Jackson took his arm.
"Dont ever call her tramp again." His tounge was sharp. Eventhough I wanted to kill myself I just listened to their talking like a silent child.
"I call her whatever I want." "You wish.." "No, what I wish is to go in there, so.. could you please move?" "Selfish as always, hah.." "Im just trying to be a good relative." "Annies sure excited to see you, just go in so we can talk later." Jackson looked away and took my hand again. "Lets go Babe." He started to walk. "Ai-Aigoo, wait!" When he began to run I tried to catch a little view of Zico but he was already gone.
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