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Disclaimer: I'd be the most hated person if I created TMR
Ouch. Why roller skating? Why not jumping into pillows? Why not petting soft kittens? That way it would NOT hurt when I fell on my butt.
And it would be less embarressing.
"Don't sweat it," Jackson's voice filled my ears as he helped me up. "When I first started, my grandma was better than me."
I couldn't help but giggle. This man was amazing, yet he asked me out. I'd wonder why I'm so lucky, but I was too busy enjoying my luck!
"Want to go grab something to drink? Roller skating is exhausting and hard, I know from experience," Jackson assured me.
I nodded my head and we headed over to the snack stand. I ordered a lemonade and pretzel M&M's, Jackson insisting on paying even though he's done enough tonight. We sat at one of the small booths next to the rink, only a wall seperating us from not getting run over. It felt really nice, getting to cure my dry throat and sit down. Jackson and I chatted for a bit before we went back to skating. He helped me and eventually I got the hang of it and could not stop. This date that I thought might end disastrous actually went well and wound up being extremely fun!
I flew through the air, probably not exactly in a graceful manner, but close enough. Jackson grabbed my hand and I almost died. EEEEAAAK! HE WAS HOLDING MY FREAKING HAND! I might have been squeezing the poor guy's hand a bit too hard, but I was having too much fun and too nervous to notice. This was literally the best night I've been through in my life!
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"I-I had a ton of fun tonight, thank you so much Jackson," I said to the boy, successfully not screaming or sounding stupid. Or both.
He smiles that gorgeous smile of his. "It was not a problem, beautiful. I had a lot of fun too. I hope we can do this again sometime." Yeah I'm ready, we can do it again right now. Er, that sounds a bit wrong.
I smiled back. And that's when the airplane was about to crash. Not literally, I hope.
Jackson was leaning in. Oh God Oh God Oh GOD. I AIN'T READY I DIDN'T GO TO KISSING SCHOOL!
But I was going to try anyway.
'I WAS going to'
Our mouths were practically touching when the dreaded porchlight came on, and out stepped the most horrible, dream ruining monster.
My brother.
"GO AWAY! NOW! STOP RUINING THIS FOR ME!" I wanted to scream at Thomas but nooo we aren't twins so we can't freaking. Communicate. Through. Our. Minds. Twins can do that, right?
Jackson stepped back, and I whipped my head over towards the source of the light, my glare already set on my face before my eyes even met Thomas'.
"Oh, u-uh.. Sorry? Sorry I didn't mean to... gah." UGHHHH.
He shut the door, with him locked inside. But I wish he was locked outside while I murdered him with my fleet of squirrels.
"I'm.. sorry. I didn't think my brother would do that.." I looked down, feeling embarressed.
"Hey, it's alright," Jackson tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I completely understand. Real life isn't always made up of magical kisses in the rain." I smiled at him, because he was funny, hot, and just super sweet.
The tall boy bent down and kissed my cheek, saying goodnight and leaving. Gosh he was perfect...
Who needed a smartass Asian when you have Jackson.
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"I'm still kind of pissed at you, but.. Something's wrong. Wanna talk about it?" I managed to sit down with Tom, depsite him locking himself away in his room.
"I'm fine," He replied shortly. Mmkay, sure you are. Man period much?
"Thomas. I've known you for 16 years. I'ved lived with you for 16 years. Don't think I don't know you. Speak now."
Thomas remained silent, taking a sudden interest into a stray piece of paper resting on the floor.
And I soon find out why.
He's not only looking at the paper to avoid my eyes, but because it has a name on it.
A girl's name.
("she's the last one. Ever." JKKK XD)
I reach over to grab it, but in a flash, Tom's hand is gripping my wrist. I wince slightly, it being my bad wrist, but try to cover it up. I throw my head over my shoulder, looking at my brother. His eyes are wide, brow creased with worry and his lip slightly between his teeth. What is up with him? Guilt flashes over his face and he releases his grip.
"S-sorry I just.. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't," I assure him softly. I pick up the paper even though I can tell he doesn't want me to, but I don't open it quite yet.
"What's this, Tom?" I question him, my soft tone still lingering and my fingers playing with the edges.
"Just notes for my project," he mumbled, trying to be casual about it.
"Is your project about sex? Am I too innocent for it? C'mon Thomas, I know it's not about that," I countered, trying to tease my brother.
"Oh, and who is.. Teresa?" Ooooh that hit a soft spot.
"Stop it, Olivia." Thomas growled. Damn. Why's he so pissed?
He shook his head, as if to shake away bad thoughts. "I'm sorry. I just..."
"Teresa.." He whispered, and then a frown formed on his face.
"Kat..." I thought I heard him whisper even quieter.
I opened up the note while he was distracted. Did he say Kat's name, or am I hearing things?
"Hey Tom!
Here's my number, you know, to talk about the project and such.
And maybe we can hang out something and not talk about this stupid thing haha.
See ya later Tommy!"
At the bottom, there was a series of didgets and hearts. So she's not just a work partner. I see.
Thomas must've known I read it, he was avoiding my eyes now. I folded the paper, aka, love note back up and set it next to my brother. I got up and kissed him on the cheek, and left.
Hey guys! Okay sorry that I broke my hidden promise and took forever to update. I got hit with a stupid basketball and had to wear a splint because I tore a ligament and it's hard to type with it on. Plus I went to a Bat Mitzvah and it was AMAZEBALLS!! Anyway. Seriously doe. Please tell me. Are you Team Kat or Team Teresa? Leave a comment and tell me what y'all vote for! See ya later alligator!
