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Jack Kelly

(These black and white photo's do be hitting different doe-)

Climbing down the catwalk, I patted the dirt off my hands onto my pants. I did one last check to make sure all the lights were perfect before the show. I always want to make sure everything is okay since Miss Medda was kind enough to give me the job of lighting director. My only experience being the times I would work for my schools shows. Yet here I am, an 18 year old with a terrific job. I really couldn't complain. I walked around the backstage trying to find Miss Medda.

I saw her talking to someone and didn't want to interrupt...but the show was about to start and I need to be in the tech booth before that. I mean if I don't turn the lights on there won't be a show.

"Excuse me," I said as politely as possible. "Miss Medda, I just want to make sure that I'm still up to start at 8."

Miss Medda turned around to face me with a bright smile, "Of course dear! But first I would like you to meet a friend of mine, Jack Kelly." I looked at who she was talking to, only to see a guy in his late teens or early 20s. He wore a cowboy hat around his neck and a bright red bandanna. He had blonde hair along with blue eyes. 

"It's nice to meet a fine young lady such as yourself," He smirked giving me a slight bow. 

"It's nice to meet'cha Jack but I should really go to the booth," I said giving him a fake smile then leaving. He was handsome don't get me wrong, but a flirt. Momma always told me to watch out for the likes of 'em. I dimmed the house lights leaving people to quietly murmur. I rested my arm on the table next to me and held my head up. Ten minutes till my cue to turn on stage lights. I looked out the tiny windows to watch people who came to see Medda. Most of it were guys, but there were also a lot of couples tonight. Not unusual at all. I couldn't help but to start feeling a bit jealous, I wish I was in a relationship where someone loves me. 

"Knock knock," A familiar accent said. I looked behind me to the open door with Jack standing there, arms cross and a smirk. 

"Do you need something?" I asked.

"Miss Medda said I could sit in the best seat of the house," Jack smirked standing straight. 

"Well this defiantly ain't it," I chuckled slightly. I mean you could barely see through the dirty, tiny windows, but it was just enough for me to get my cues. 

"You'se right," He chuckled as well, pulling a stool next to me. "I don't get how you can see anything."

Then I heard the string of a viola play and the audience hush. I stood up from my stool and slowly turned on the lights to reveal Miss Medda standing on stage with a bright smile. She went through with her performance, I was focused on making sure I changed the lights accordingly, not paying attention to Jack. 

"This's been better than any other show I'se seen before," Jack spoke up when the audience started clapping and I raised the house lights up. 

"It is Miss Medda's favorite song..." I trailed off looking at him, I noticed his body wasn't even facing the window, but instead was facing me. I felt a small blush make its way onto my cheeks as he just smiled softly at me. Okay this was weird-

"She did great too," He smirked. "I didn't know how much woirk you have to put into other things than just the performer."

"This was the easy part," I said rolling my eyes. "You should see how scary it is up on the catwalk."

"You'se scared of hights?" Jack asked raising an eyebrow.

"It's a rational fear," I replied in defense. 

"How's about I take you out sometime?" He asked

"I don't even know you," I retorted crossing my arms.

"That's what datin's for ain't it?" He smiled like he just won our little battle. 

"And how do I know you won't bail, or try somethin?" I asked, still skeptical a cute guy would ask me out. 

"You'se just gotta trust me sweetheart," Jack said standing up. "Meet me at Central Park at 2." He grabbed my hand and kissed it gently before leaving me alone with my racing mind. I helped Medda clean up and walked back home, the question of if I should go or not never leaving my head. It actually kept me up all night since if I do go what should I wear? 

Oh god, is it that time already? It's 1:30 and I am heading out of my house to the park. I swear if he isn't there I'm gonna be angry. I guess that makes sense, who wouldn't get angry at that? I felt my nerves start to get all jumbled as I saw the park in my sight. I kept taking deep breathes to try and calm myself down but it wasn't working too well. Why am I freaking out so badly? Okay maybe because this is my first date and the guy only seems somewhat trustworthy. I looked around, slightly panicking. I mean the park is so big and what if he isn't there and I just am looking for nothing?

Yet my panic ceased as I saw him sitting on a bench under a tree. He seemed to be searching for me and when his eyes landed on me he smiled in relief. "I honestly didn't expect you'se ta come!" He explained walking up to me. I smiled shyly, also not knowing why I came.

"I had nothing better to do," I said trying to shrug it off. 

"I'm glad you chose to spend your time with me," He smiled. He was a mix of flirt with sincerity and I have no clue what to think of him. "You look amazing, like always."

"Okay you goon, lets just start this date already."

We ended up talking about what we wanted to do for our future and what we like. Basically getting to know each other like he said we would. He would flirt here and there but didn't overdo it. 

We were walking down the streets hand in hand as he was joking about something someone named David did. He kept smiling at me so sweetly and my heart was gone...he stole it already and I don't like it. I want it back. I kept laughing at the stories he told and we kept getting closer and closer. We were on a more secluded street and I could feel his breath on my face.I noticed how his eyes glanced down to my lips before returning to my eyes. Was he going to kiss me?

Wait no, he's playing me isn't he? He's a total heart breaker and I fell right into his trap. I could feel my heart break and he didn't even do anything wrong yet. He almost leaned in closer, but slowly dragged himself away.

"S-sorry 'bout that," He mumbled looking away like he was ashamed.

"I-i's alright," I stuttered still confused about my feelings. "Just don't try something so soon again." 

He nodded with a nervous smile, "I just can't seem to help myself around ya."