Who: Jackson & Annabelle When: Friday, June 12 - 10:12pm Where: JW Marriott Hotel Grand Rapids and the Lowell home via Text message.
It had been a long day of forced smiles, waving and prancing around a stage in high heels. Normally Annabelle would have enjoyed it, but after seeing the morning news about teenagers from her home town having been ambushed and kidnapped, it was hard to be her normal bubbly self. It was a good thing for her she was a fairly decent actress, she managed to get through the pageant events and the random questions from other contestants about whether or not she knew the missing teens in a calm composed manner. Of course it would have been impossible if either of her baby brothers had been on that camping trip and had gone through that or had been taken, she'd have gone home without a second thought.
Had she not gone home to grab her yearbooks and riffled through them searching the pages for him she wouldn't have been aware of it, but she was just that big of a geek and just that smitten that she had. She'd wanted to text him earlier in the day, but it wouldn't have been fair to text him and then let hours go by between responses, that would have been selfish and thoughtless and very much not like Annabelle.
After returning to her room in the hotel she made a quick call home, she wanted to talk to her daddy and she needed to hear Lucas and Patrick's voices or she wouldn't be able to sleep very well. It was sappy, sure, but she was away from her pack and that was hard enough without such terrible things going on back home. After the folks she sent off two quick 'I love you' texts to Oli and Morgan and then gave herself permission to send off a text to Jackson.
She wondered if he would think her odd for it, after all, it's not like they knew much more about each other than they both liked Star Wars and ran with totally different crowds in school. But she did like him, she hadn't really stopped thinking about him since the afternoon before. Maybe she was odd, maybe she was letting herself get carried away with this intense attraction to him. Maybe. Whatever it was, or wasn't or would or wouldn't be one day, all she knew was that she needed to check and see how he was holding up.
Hey, heard the news, just wanted to see how you're holding up. If you don't respond it's totally okay, I'd understand. Thinking of you and yours