Jackson Lowell (force_of_mind) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-05 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-20 |
May The Force Be With You
Who: Annabelle and Jackson
Where: Annabelle and Oliver's loft
When: Saturday afternoon until later. 3 Star Wars movies is a good chunk of time...
After a week where there wasn’t that much that was going all that well for Jackson, it was nice to know that things had turned a corner and now everything was coming up in his favor. He’d gotten his sister back, completely unharmed aside from the emotional stuff that Myra was going to have to go through, and even that she seemed to be handling pretty well. His sister was one of the strongest people that he knew, in spite of her relatively young age. Whatever the reasons for Myra’s strength, Jack was just glad that she had it. He’d called his job the day before and they all agreed that he could return to work on Monday morning. Jack didn’t want time off from work when Myra was missing, feeling that by taking away one of the things that would keep his mind off of what had happened it would just make him focus on it more. It was true, too. But now that everything was okay, Jackson didn’t want to go to work just quite yet. He knew that he would be wondering what they were doing. There was a necessary amount of time that the family would need to bond, to heal from their ordeal. What good would it do if he was working and wasn’t there?
And then there was Annabelle. The only true source of brightness in an otherwise extremely dreary week. It might have been entirely understandable for Jackson to flake on his girlfriend, to focus on Myra now that she was okay and she was right there to touch and to hug instead of just a part of his imagination. Jackson didn’t want to be that kind of guy, though. Their relationship was still young. It needed to be nurtured. And, really, what better time to do a Star Wars original trilogy movie marathon than when he was already on a high? Hell, he could probably watch the prequels and get all the way through all of them with a smile on his face the whole time. Jackson was that happy.
He had the movies in his hand as he got out of the car and walked over to her place. He wasn’t really all that dressed up. In fact, he’d fallen back on his old habits and just let his hair do whatever it was that it wanted to do, not bothering with any sort of care. Haphazard worked. Jackson was instead wearing a ballcap with the triforce emblazoned on bill and the main part of the hat. He loved that hat. Completing the outfit were a simple pair of jeans and a plain deep blue t-shirt.
Jackson initially seriously pondered the idea of dressing up a little bit more, but decided against it. He wasn’t that kind of person. When the situation called for it, he would gladly dress up a little bit. Like for the pageant. That he had no problem with. When it was just him being himself? Well, he felt that he needed to be himself. And the person that Jackson Lowell was at the heart of his being was a guy who didn’t care all that much about appearance. Enough to wear something clean, throw on some deodorant, brush his teeth, but that was about it. Hopefully, that would be enough for his girlfriend.
He’d yet to tell anyone in his family about the depths of his relationship with Annabelle. He wouldn’t reveal that she was a werewolf, knowing full well that it would be best to come from her. But he knew that he had to be the one to tell them that he was with someone, regardless of species. Jackson would, in time. Sooner rather than later. Once everything with Myra cooled down a little bit…
Maybe Myra was just an excuse in his head. Jackson liked Annabelle. He wanted to explore the possibility of a deeper connection with her… but the werewolf thing came with… finality that was still a little bit hard to swallow. Not enough that he was ready to run away from any possibility over, yet enough for him to walk cautiously on that line.
When he made it to the door, Jackson knocked and waited for Annabelle to answer on the other side. In the meantime, he found himself pondering his attire choice. Maybe he should have dressed up. Or at least worn a Star Wars shirt. Lord knew that he had enough of them…