Jackson Lowell (force_of_mind) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-09-06 14:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-14 |
Verizon Network, Don't Fail!
Who: Annabelle & Jackson
Where: The Lowell Household and Annabelle's location
When: Sunday night, around midnight
He was nervous. Extremely nervous. Nervous about what had happened. Part of the reason why he was so keen on playing video games with his brother earlier that day was because it would keep his mind off of the things that were going on without him. Myra was, of course, at the forefront. She would be, for quite some time. Until he knew one way or the other. Annabelle was a close second, however. He’d been there the day before, seen her in her element. The woman seemed so natural. Jack had few doubts that she would win. However, he wasn’t there to see if his hunch was true or not. The Miss America pageant was always on television (though he never watched). The Miss Michigan finals… were not.
There were more than a few times when Jackson should have beaten his brother at the games they played. He was a natural gamer. Blake had skill, which Jackson could take some pride in (since playing with Jack meant that some of it had to have rubbed off on the youngest Lowell), but video games were truly Jackson’s forte. Not that it would get him anywhere in the real world, and he understood that. It wasn’t Myra’s plight that had flashed through his mind. He had all but blocked those thoughts from entering his mind as much as possible. Annabelle was a place where his mind could go and seek comfort. Said comfort brought distraction.
The blond man knew that calling her would be stupid for most of the day. She’d be busy with her family, with the pageant, with everything. He figured that she would call him and let him know what had happened, though. Indeed, it was that thought which had kept him up.
Once again, the Lowell house was mostly still and silent. Jackson was awake and alert, not daring to sleep in case he got that phone call. He was in the living room, dressed in his sleeping attire, flipping through the channels in an effort to pass the time. Late night television sucked. It sucked even more when it couldn’t keep him from looking at his phone every thirty seconds, checking to see if he had missed a call, a text, anything. And there was nothing.
Finally, Jack let out a groan of sheer frustration. What if she lost? What if she didn’t want to tell him that he went all that way to see her the day before, only to not end up taking home the title in the end? Jackson wanted her to win, of course, but that didn’t matter to him. Even if she didn’t… that wouldn’t change the way he felt about her.
Before he began to pace like some caged animal, he walked outside, closing the door as quietly as possible. His socks started to soak the water that had built up on the porch as he made the short walk over to his car and stepped inside. He didn’t want to take a chance of waking someone up… if they were sleeping. His restful sleep the night before had been quite the fluke. Jackson would not deprive his family the opportunity to get even a little bit of sleep. They deserved it.
His phone was still in his hand, and Jackson immediately went into the contact list. Annabelle, being one of the few A names that he knew, was near the top. He dialed and pushed the phone to his ear. “Pick up… pick up…”