Jack knew ever since he encountered the smaller brunette, bubbly boy named Brooklyn Wyatt---he'll never be able to spend his days in lone company, because he knew that at that moment, Brooklyn had marked his way to his life.
And, the Irish pale boy had never been righter.
Jack found himself spending his days with the older brunette, the two of them doing nothing and everything, all at the same time.
Some days, Jack and Brooklyn would idly cloud gaze under the early morning sky---at one point, they were debating whether a cloud looks more like a deformed poodle or more like Jack's curly hair.
"Brooklyn, it's far from being my hair," the curly-headed child sighed, rolling his eyes as the other brunette laid beside him---above the fresh-cut grass in an early morning, he whined in strong disagreement.
"Look closely, Jack!" Brooklyn yelled, pointing at the controversial white swirl in the clear blue sky with determination. "It got your curliness and it looks so fluffy, just like your hair."
The Irish boy only looked at him, pointedly, "I'd say it looks more like a poodle than anything." Jack said with indignance, making the older brunette child sit up and sulk, pouting heavily.
"You look like a poodle!" Brooklyn shoved Jack in his chest, beckoning the end of the heated debate and marked the beginning of a loud, rambunctious rough-housing.
Although, Brooklyn was such a small kid, he was the most fiery and passionate person Jack ever knew---so, the brunette's massive energy and enthusiasm easily triumphed over the Irish boy's lanky figure.
After a few minutes of pointless and playful fist-fight, the two children got tired, and sat back on the grass, laying on their backs once more as they tried to catch their breaths.
After a few minutes of shared silence, Brooklyn laid on his side, head on his now propped up elbow, and proceeded to play with the Irish boy's curls.
The child laughed as he treaded his small fingers through his playmate's locks.
He beamed a knowing smile, "I was wrong, Jack." The Irish boy laughed at this, amused, while also enjoying the gentle ministrations in his hair.
"Finally, I've got it through your thick head that it looks more like a poodle." Brooklyn rolled his eyes but laughed anyway, shaking his head.
"Nope. What I mean is, your hair is way better and softer than any curly clouds out there," and as if to prove his point, Brooklyn ruffled the taller boy's locks, making Jack laugh at the sensation. "And it smells better, too."
"How would you even know how clouds smell like?" The younger Irish boy asked, curiously.
Brooklyn simply shrugged. "Probably smells like the sun?" The smaller brunette moved in closer to bury his nose unto his playmate's curly hair.
"Leave my hair alone, weirdo," Jack laughed pulling away, but Brooklyn stubbornly hugged him tighter and closer, that he was locked in his place.
"I'd never. I love it too much."
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Fanfiction"Hey, Jack!" In all honesty, there was nothing truly remarkable at that time. It was just an ordinary day, right at that point where morning comes to an end to greet a hot afternoon, and Jack was just lying on the porch, idly looking over the passin...
