When Jack met Jackie

Chapter 8

***Jackie's POV***

I don't know how many days i've been walking. I gave up flying a long time ago because i just didn't feel the rush that i used to when i flew through the clouds.

I wonder if they're looking for me? Maybe Jack? Or the tooth fairy? I don't know...

Maybe i shouldn't be hoping for them to be looking for me. I mean, I'm the one who fled, right? I don't have any right to want them to worry about me. They don't even know me for crying out loud. They just know that the moon pointed me out and that's about it. It's not like we're even friends. Heck, i don't think that we can even be aquaintances. They met me for maybe 5 minutes with the exception of Jack who saw me for 2 minutes more than them when he threw me into that goddamn sack.

I sigh and kick a pebble out of my way with my hands in my pockets. Wearing this wig is a pain in the ass but, if they come by, there's still that part of me that doesn't want them to recognise me. It's shameful, I know, but it's just safer for everyone so it's kind of the only realistic option I have.

As I walk, I whistle a soft tune that I soon realise the spring birds are mimicking. So, I do what any person would do: sing a tune and see if they can copy it. Hey, I literally have no friends. I'm allowed. The birds keep up with me and I soon find myself smiling like a goof ball. "Wow...you have a talent" I hear from behind me. Naturally, I jump and almost crap myself...almost. I look the guy up and down and take in his flippy straight blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes along with a white suit and light pink shirt and...is that a bow in his hand??

"No way" I half laugh. "Cupid?" I raise an eyebrow and he blushes a little. "Maybe" he chuckles then flips his hair out of his eyes. I didn't expect him to dress this well. I thought Cupid was a little baby with curly hair and a towel around his hips, not a hot guy who looks my age. "The bigger question is 'how can you see me?'" He stares straight into my eyes and I feel my heart throb. "I'm a hopeless romantic?" I lamely say. He raises his eyebrow then laughs before playing along "sure, let's go with that".

I'm thankful that he doesn't push for an answer.

"So, is your name melody by any chance? Because that tune really was something special. And by the looks of it, so are you" he says with a playful wink. I laugh slightly at his flirty personality. "A flirt. I guess I couldn't expect any less from Cupid himself" I say with a lopsided grin. He shrugs and puts the bow over his shoulders with ease "guilty as charged". He smiles before putting his hands in his pockets and taking a step toward me. "So, since your name is going to be a mystery, looks like I'll have to call you Melody" his soft chuckle seeps through into his words.

I wasn't avoiding the question but Melody is a nice name so I suppose that name wouldn't harm my new identity.

"In that case, let me reintroduce myself" I smile. "Dear Cupid, I am Melody. Girl of no past and hopefully a bright future". He grins at my exaggeration and returns the favor with his own introductory spiel.

"Melody, I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship" he grins as he swiftly but softly tugs me along so I'm walking with him.

I think it could be.

As he tugs me along, he tells me about how his arrows never miss as long as he can see his target and how much he loves what he does. I listen intently and watch as his eyes light up whenever he tells a story about when he made a couple fall in love. It's like he has the world in his hands and he couldn't be happier.

"But enough about me" he says as we reach a lake with a white house that looks like a miniature castle with ivy draping over the windows and rose bushes leading up to the door and around the house. "Tell me about yourself" he smiles as he takes a seat on a wooden log looking over the lake.

About myself? Christ... this should be an interesting conversation...

"Uh...well..." I start hesitantly as I take a seat next to him. "My name now is apparently Melody". I rummage through my mind for something to say after that but very little comes to mind so I just wing it. "I'm a traveller. I love music. I don't remember much of my past and I've always wanted a pet" I say lamely. In return, I receive a nod from Cupid. One that says he doesn't believe me, but a nod all the same.

"I can't say that you don't look familiar if I'm being honest" he says as he looks into my eyes, searching for something. After a good few moments pass, he simply chuckles and books my nose with his finger. I'm slightly startled until he explains. Then, I'm just worried. "Why do you wear coloured contacts"? He asks simply as he tilts his head so his hair falls to one side in curiosity.

See why I'm worried? This boy knows I'm not exactly being open and now I get this. Think...a lie to tell...

"I don't like the colour of my eyes" I blurt out as soon as the thought comes to mind. I look down, slightly embarrassed as how quickly that came out. Needless to say, he looks at me like I'm an idiot. "I'm sure they're beautiful" he says, quickly removing the look of disbelief from his face and replacing it with his ever-charming smile. With a guy like him around, are you surprised that my cheeks blush to a shade of red that could rival the roses nearby?

"I don't think so" I huff out in an attempt to sound stubborn when all I want to do is melt into the log we're sat on. A hand comes into my field of vision and I soon feel his gentle touch guide my hair to behind my ear before it lifts my chin up to look him in the eye. "But I do" he says quietly in a voice richer than the best of wines. A glint of shimmery pink flashes past his eyes as a playful grin spreads across his face and, before I know it, he has me splashing around in the shallows of the lake with him. Jeans rolled up and shoes discarded, we splash each other with the glistening water until the sun goes down below the tree line and the mood comes up with his army of stars.

"The man in the moon..." I mumble as we calm down and he puts his shoes back on. Looking up at the man in the moon, I wonder if he's as disappointed in me as I am.

He never talks to me so I guess I'll never know.

***A/N***
Sorry it took so long but I've had so much going on that it hasn't been easy getting over writer's block

Stay beautiful <3

Scar

xoxo