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Jackson watched Eric take a bump and hand the powder to Daisy, a smirk on his face. This was exciting, exactly the kind of high all of them needed right now. They could definitely go for losing their inhibitions tonight, being 100% free. He hadn’t felt free in a while, not like this. When Daisy handed him the baggy, he took it between his fingers, opening it up enough to get a large pinch of the powder, tipping his head back and inhaling the dust through his nose. A rush went through his system and he shook it out, handing the baggy to Eric again. “I’ve got a good feeling about this shit.”

Daisy watched the way Eric looked at Jackson, like he couldn’t keep his eyes off the boy. “Kiss him,” she encouraged, nodding at Eric.  “He likes you, kiss him.” Eric’s brows furrowed, glancing back to Daisy before looking back to Jackson, moving closer to him. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” he hummed, raising a hand to trace his fingers over Jackson’s cheek. “How bad I want to fuck you. Every time I look at you. God, Jackson, you-” Eric let out a breath, shaking his head before moving in, pressing their lips together with a groan. Daisy let out a soft whimper at the visual, tilting her head wetting her lips and swallowing thickly.

Jackson laughed as Daisy went over the memory, nodding his head. “I do remember,” he said, pressing his lips together as he went over the memory in his mind. “I remember my parents being furious, but your brothers were so chill. They were just reassuring us that it would be fine and our parents would forget all about it,” he said, laughing softly at the memory. Jackson was about to respond to her questions when the lights above their head began to go off. He glanced up, turning his head to look at Eric. He laughed, smiling down at Daisy again. “I suppose it’s time to let the games begin,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “You just take small bumps of it. It’s better that way. It won’t be so intense. If you sniff full lines, it’ll all hit you at once and it won’t be as fun,” he tried to explain. “I just put it on the tip of my finger and sniff. It’s not too hard,” he assured her with a smile, flicking the powder in the bag down to the bottom. 

Her head raised to look at Eric, flashing him a quick smile as he sat down and joined them, sitting in between the two, though he was slightly nearer to Jackson. “It’s real easy, Daisy, don’t worry,” Eric assured her with a smile. She nodded along as Jackson explained, chewing at her lower lip. She took a deep breath, releasing it shakily. Eric took the baggie from Jackson, digging out a small amount of powder on his pinky finger, raising it to his nostril and sniffing, blinking at the slight sting. He repeated the gesture, glancing to Jackson before moving toward Daisy, holding it out in offering, smiling and nodding for her to go ahead. Daisy, looking nervous as ever, moved forward slightly, repeating the action she’d just seen Eric do, squeezing her eyes shut and sniffling afterward, rubbing at her nose. “That was weird.” She muttered, shaking her head as Eric moved back, handing the bag back to Jackson.

"Dude, I don’t fucking care. I’m not going to judge you on your house work skills," he said. "Barn work," he smirked, correcting himself. He reached out for Daisy’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and smiling at her. When they finally entered the barn, Jackson’s eyes scanned the place, surveying it for any possible dangers when they began to roll. He nodded his head, making his way to the stage and hopping up, opening the closet to pull out a few blankets, tossing them down on the floor of the stage. "This is going to be fun," he said with a smirk, waving Daisy over to him as he plopped down on one of the blankets he had spread out. 

Eric chuckled and shook his head. “I just meant like, be careful where you go, you might breathe in dust and go into a coughing fit or something.” He corrected, smiling over at Jackson. Eric couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky to meet these two, but he guessed that it would balance out, since they would be leaving soon and he would be back to being alone on the property, helping his dad manage the business and having another boring summer. But at least he would have these memories. Daisy bit her lip as she moved inside the structure, looking around and smiling. “I almost feel like I’m back at home,” she said softly, glancing over to Jackson. “Remember when we would sneak out and go to that abandoned farm down on Wembley Road? And one time I scraped my knee on a nail and you started freaking out, and we had to tell my parents where we’d gone. We thought we were going to be in so much trouble, and I had to go get a tetanus shot.” She laughed, the memory filling her mind as she watched Jackson, moving over to the blankets that he set out and sitting down. “Are you sure this is-“ She cut herself off, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “How… Um, how do we do it? W-With the powder?” She asked softly, her brows furrowed as she glanced up at him, her head jerking up when the lights overhead came on, multicolored lights rotating around the room as music began to pour out of the speakers set up in the barn, Eric finally walking back out to them with a grin.

My House Acoustic - Kacey Musgraves

Jackson found it so easy to just relax around the both of them. It wasn’t easy for him to warm up to new people, but with Eric, it just happened all on its own. He didn’t even have to think about it. He was definitely going to miss all of this, but he tried not to think too much about it. Jackson nodded his head in agreement, smiling at Daisy. Jackson looked at Daisy for a moment, wondering if she really did want to do this, or if she was doing it for him. He didn’t want her to be doing it for him, but he knew her enough to know that she was often not very selfish. She’d do something like this for him in a heartbeat, which was what made him so nervous. His brows furrowed when she went to grab something, laughing softly when she emerged with a bag. “Alright, let’s go,” he said, shaking his head with a smirk, glancing to Daisy as she jumped on Eric’s back. “So, lead the way,” he said to Eric, following behind him and glancing around the path as he did, taking in every inch of the territory.

Eric let out a puff of air when Daisy jumped on his back, chuckling and making sure he had a good grip on her before setting off in the direction of the barn. “It might be a little dusty, it hasn’t been used in a while.” Eric warned. Daisy shook her head and smiled, reaching out a hand toward Jackson for him to take, tugging him closer toward them. “A little dust never hurt nobody.” She shrugged, tangling their fingers together and glancing to him with a soft smile, hopping off of Eric’s back when they finally approached the barn. Eric moved for his keys, unlocking the barn and opening it up for them, Daisy tugging Jackson inside, looking around once the doors were closed. It was large, with a stage at the far back wall, and wooden flooring in the center of the building. “Give me a minute, I’ll go set the lights up and turn some music on. I think there’s some blankets and shit in the closet behind the stage if you guys wanna grab them, probably more comfortable than the wood.” He smiled, taking off in a jog and disappearing back behind the curtains on the stage.

Jackson smiled, twirling her hair around on his finger. “Well, I know I’d enjoy it,” he said, smiling up at her. Jackson winked at Daisy, shrugging his shoulders. He looked to Eric, listening quietly as Daisy gave him all of the basic details of what had happened. He was relieved that she didn’t get too detailed with it. Jackson pulled in next to him, wrapping his arms around her. “Yes, really,” he muttered back to her. Jackson nodded along, pushing himself to sit up. “Okay, let’s just go to the barn,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I mean… there’s not much to do here. And it would be more fun to mess around in there anyway,” he said, moving to his feet and slipping on his shoes. He opened the door, stepping out and pointing toward the outdoors. “Come on friends, we’re wasting precious time,” he said urgently, turning around and beginning to walk down the path. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew there was nowhere else to turn anyway. 

Daisy stretched her legs out over Eric’s lap, leaning up against Jackson. She was going to miss this. Having the two of them, both of her boys. She didn’t realize how quickly she would get attached to someone, and only on the first stop. She knew they had to keep going, but it didn’t make it any less painful. Daisy’s lips twitched as she listened, biting at her lip and nodding. Eric ran his hands absently along Daisy’s legs, smiling at the conversation. “It would definitely be an experience.” He chuckled, nodding. Daisy pushed herself off of Jackson when he moved, continuing to chew gently at her lower lip, her heart rate picking up behind her chest. Of course she was nervous, she would be an idiot not to be. Right? Eric nodded and followed Jackson out of the door, turning to look at Daisy. Her eyes widened and she grinned. “Wait! Wait, I have to grab something!” She called out to them, slipping her shoes on and searching through their bags, biting at her lip to refrain from grinning too big when she found the bag she was looking for, grabbing it and they keys, hopping out of the van and locking it before running up behind Eric, laughing as she jumped onto his back, the bag swinging from her hand as she pointed forward. “Onward!” She giggled, Eric laughing as he hitched her further up his back and led the way to the barn. Daisy glanced over to Jackson, pressing her lips together, knowing that he knew exactly what was in the bag.

Jackson laughed softly, nodding his head. “Well, it does kind of sound hot. You have to admit it,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. He sighed against her lips, nodding his head. “Time is exhausting, isn’t it?” he asked, rolling his eyes at the thought. “I know you’re always desperate to come,” he said, rolling  his eyes playfully. “Okay, good. Because that’s the plan,” he winked in her direction, his hand trailing down her stomach and moving to her centre, rubbing gently through her jeans. He nodded his head when she spoke, pulling his hand away and watching as she left, he leaned back onto the bed, shutting his eyes for a moment. He waited patiently, glancing up when he heard the door swing open again. He laughed when Daisy explained the size of the van, swallowing roughly as he met eyes with Eric. Jackson nodded his head at his question, shrugging a shoulder. “Just had a moment,” he assured him, smiling to Daisy. “Let’s get rolling, shall we?” he smirked.

“I like that visual, both of you down there.” She nodded, shifting where she sat, stifling a soft noise that slipped out. Her breath hitched as his hand moved, moaning softly, her lashes fluttering shut at the attention. “You’re such a tease.” She murmured, blinking her eyes open to look at Jackson, unable to keep from whining softly when he pulled his hand away. Daisy briefly filled Eric in on what had happened on their walk back, not divulging too much, knowing it wasn’t her place to say exactly what had happened. She smiled up at Jackson as she climbed back into the van, Eric following behind her, closing the door behind them. Daisy crawled into the bed beside Jackson, beckoning Eric over. She rolled her eyes at Jackson’s phrasing, raising a brow his way. “Really?” She asked, shaking her head, her lips pursing as Eric chuckled. “Let’s do it.” He nodded, sitting down on the bed beside them. Daisy bit her lip as she fidgeted, swallowing roughly. “So, um, h-how do we do this?” She asked, her voice not as steady as she would have liked. “And… are we gonna, just stay here? Or… Or go to the barn?” She pressed her lips together, eyes darting between the boys. “Well, there would be a lot more space in the barn.” Eric shrugged.

"Okay, staying here sounds great," he said with a nod. Jackson laughed, nodding his head. "Well, maybe we’ll had to that barn Eric was talking about later," he suggested. Jackson chuckled softly, tangling his legs with hers. "In time," he assured her, leaning forward to kiss her lips. Jackson nodded his head, biting his bottom lip. "We can fuck when we’re on it, if you want," he shrugged. "Only takes like twenty minutes to kick in. Me or Eric could just go down on you or something if you’re that desperate to come," he said. "Go ahead and text him or whatever, I’ll try to clean up the trash so we have some floor space at least," he laughed, shaking his head as he finally forced himself to sit up and begin to clean. He was relieved that they made up again. He didn’t want this entire trip to be a Jerry Springer show. They were supposed to be leaving the drama behind.

“Mm, staying here does sound great.” She nodded, nuzzling closer to him. “You just want to do it in a barn.” She giggled, shaking her head as she pulled back to look at him with a smirk, raising a brow as if daring him to deny it. She smiled down at their legs, biting at her lower lip. “Mm, time is too long." She murmured, leaning forward to return the kiss. She nodded slowly at his words, swallowing thickly. “I want.” She whispered, chewing at her lower lip, the ache between her legs already returning. “Jackson, I'm always desperate to come." She retorted, raising a brow. “But having both of you go down on me does sound pretty nice.” She hummed in thought, biting at her lip, shifting in her seat.  Daisy laughed softly, shaking her head. “I can’t. My phone is still over there. Everything is still over there. Like my shoes.” She laughed, stretching out her legs and wiggling her toes. “I just took off after you. But I’ll go over there and tell him.” She nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek before pushing herself up, hopping out of the van and making her way over to Eric’s to collect him, her shoes and her phone before making their way back to the van, opening the door back up with Eric behind her. “It’s kinda small.” She shrugged, glancing back to him with a sheepish smile. Eric laughed and shook his head, settling his hands on her middle as he stepped in behind her. “It’s fine. It’s cozy.” He replied. “Jackson,” he nodded toward Jackson, smiling. “You okay man?” He asked, his voice sincere.

He propped himself up on his elbows, leaning his head back. He sighed shakily, biting his lower lip in thought. “I don’t really feel like leaving right now,” he said. “But maybe we can just invite Eric here and we can have some fun here,” he smiled, reaching over to move a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I just want a distraction. Fuck Cassia. Fuck everything we left behind in Franklin. Let’s just move on with our lives and have fun together. That’s what this is all about, right? We’re free. So let’s be free. Let’s… Are you sure you don’t want to roll? We don’t have to, I’m just making sure before I get rid of it.”

Daisy shifted against Jackson as he moved, tilting her head up to watch him. “That’s fine,” she murmured, nodding. “We can stay here.” Daisy giggled softly, raising a brow and looking around the van before looking back to Jackson. “Might be a little crowded, but I guess we could give it a go. Might get a little more sweaty than usual, too.” She laughed, shaking her head at the thought of the three of them in the small area. “But I’m down.” She shrugged, biting at her lip. “How about,” Daisy started, lowering her voice and batting her lashes up at him. “You fuck me,” she suggested, a small smirk on her lips as she tilted her head. She leaned up to press a kiss just under his ear. “That’s a pretty good distraction, I think.” She whispered. “I still want to play, Jackson. I’m still achey.” She murmured, pulling back, looking up at him almost lustfully. “That’s what it’s all about,” she repeated nodding. She bit down on her lip at his question, shaking her head. “I told you Jackson, I changed my mind. I want to. I do. As long as I’m with you, though. That’s… I have to be with you. I don’t want to do anything without you. But… I want to do it. I want…” She trailed off, wetting her lips as she shifted where she sat, her lashed fluttering slightly as her thighs brushed. “I want to know what it feels like.”

Jackson heard Daisy’s voice on the other side of the door, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He didn’t know if he should open the door and let her in, or just let her go back to the RV and forget about all of this. He was tired of burdening people with this stuff. He was sick of being weak and sad and the victim. He felt like he was always that person to Daisy and as much as he loved her support, he didn’t want to feel like he needed her protection all the time. His throat was tight as he pushed himself up from the bed, slowly making his way to the door. He opened it up, giving her a tight lipped smile and making his way back to the bed. “Door was unlocked,” he said in a whisper, shutting his eyes and hunching over his lap. He swallowed thickly, opening his mouth to begin speaking. “I-,” he stalled, shaking his head and turning to look out the window. “I called Cassia,” he managed, frowning up at Daisy. “I called her and I told her I wished she was dead because fuck… I wish she was dead.”

“I should have kicked the shit out of her that day. You totally know that I could have.” She murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips, attempting to coax one from Jackson. She cleared her throat softly, trailing her fingers absently along his chest in an attempt to comfort him. “You know,” she started quietly, speaking carefully. “The statute of limitations is eight years. If you wanted to do something about it, we could go back… you could press charges, you could testify against her.” She whispered, her lips twitching as she thought for a moment, scooting closer to Jackson, almost in his lap, and peering up at him. “Or, we can just keep going. We can stay here, we can hang out at the van tonight or go back to Eric’s, it’s up to you. But we can stay here for another week or so and then keep going and not look back. And we can just forget about her. But it’s up to you, Jackson. It’s your choice.” She said softly, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to the edge of his mouth, sighing softly as she rested her head against his shoulder.

He made his way down the path, biting back tears. He finally made it to the van, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. He was relieved to see the bed was still set up and he crawled across it, shutting his eyes as he placed his head on his hands, facing the wall. “Mary?” he whispered, pausing for a moment. “I feel like a little kid talking to you again,” he laughed, sniffling softly. “It feels like a long time ago, doesn’t it?” he muttered, pressing his lips tightly together. “I miss you. Daisy misses you. So much. I just wish you were here so you could tell me what to do. You always just knew the right thing to do. I don’t have that ability. I don’t deserve any of this. I’m no better than Cassia. I only know how to fuck everything up. I just… I fuck everything up,” he muttered. He glanced to his bag, then to the door, quickly pushing himself up. He dug around until he found his razor, prying the casing open with his hands. “Would you stop me, Mary?” he whispered, sitting back down on the bed, placing the blade to his arm. “I’m trying to be happy. I tried. I let Eric in, didn’t I? But it doesn’t matter, because I find a way to fuck it up. I always do. Stupid Jackson. Gets himself high, hurt, beat up, fucked; all of it,” he said. “My parents think I’m some kind of demon child and I don’t blame them at all,” he whispered, wincing as the blade pierced his skin slightly.

Daisy jogged back to the van, ignoring the ache in her soles, sighing once she finally reached the grass around their van. She pressed her lips tightly together, picking at her cuticles as she stood a few feet from the side door. She knew he probably wanted to be alone right now, but she had to go after him. She needed to know he was okay. Or do something to help him. Daisy stepped forward cautiously, knocking softly on the side of the van. “Jackson,” she spoke only loud enough for him to hear her. “Jackson please talk to me. Did I do something?” She asked, her brows furrowed as she chewed at her lip. “I’m sorry. Please tell me what happened. We can talk about this. That’s what we’re supposed to do. We can’t keep acting like we did before, this is never going to work. I love you.” She whispered, her voice faltering as her throat tightening. “Please open the door. Please talk to me. We can work through this. I’m not going anywhere, please talk to me.” She pleaded, swallowing thickly. “It’s just me. Eric stayed behind.” She added, hoping that would help in his decision to let her in. Even if the door was unlocked, she wasn’t going to open it. She wanted him to let her in, she didn’t want to force her way in.

"That’s not what this is. It’s not like that," he said, shaking his head. He sighed shakily, running his hand through his hair. "A conversation? Really? That did not feel like a fucking conversation," he muttered, narrowing his eyes at her. "Okay," he snapped. Jackson sighed, moving to the couch and sitting back down. He watched as Eric got up, his throat tight. Jackson let out a shaky breath, pulling out his phone. He had two bars, but it would be enough. He glanced to the front door, bringing up his contents and stopping on the contact C. He pressed call, his hand shaky as the phone rang. “Hello?” Cassia spoke, her voice as peppy and friendly as it had always been. “Fuck. You,” Jackson said slowly and harshly. “I - Hello?” she said again. “I’d never wish death on anyone else, but for you, I hope it’s painful. I hope you suffer,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Jackson? Jackson, is that you? Where are you? Your parents are worried sick about you!” she said urgently. Jackson’s hand clenched around the phone, his breathing shaky. “I don’t care about parents. I don’t care about you. I just thought you should know all of this is your fault. Have fun burning in hell,” he said, dropping his phone to the floor and heading out the front door. He turned around for a moment to look to Daisy, swallowing thickly. “Sorry,” he said, making his way down the path back to the van. 

Daisy looked up when the RV door opened, her brows furrowing as Jackson almost stormed out. Her frown deepened at his singled word, glancing to Eric, nodding when he motioned for her to go. “Jackson wait!” She called out, pushing herself up from the chair and going after him, placing her hand on his arm to turn him around. “Stop, please,” she said softly, chewing at her lip as she looked up at him, her brows still drawn down. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. I shouldn’t have brought that up, I’m sorry. I was’t trying to hurt you.” She explained quietly, trailing her hand down his arm, linking their fingers together. “I changed my mind,” she murmured, swallowing roughly. “I think I want to try it. If you still want to. I want to do this with you.” She nodded, offering him a small smile, though it faltered at his body language and expression. “Are you okay?” She whispered, taking a small step forward, tilting her head worriedly. “What happened?”

"I didn’t say you did, I’m just jumping on it before you do," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Yeah," he nodded quickly. "We’ll stay in the barn. We won’t get interrupted at all," he said, shaking his head. He frowned at Daisy’s response, looking to the television again. Jackson sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back on the bench. "Doing what?!" he asked, his voice louder than he intended. Jackson sighed shakily as she continued, looking away from her and down at the door. "This isn’t the same," he mumbled, chewing at his bottom lip. Jackson shrugged his shoulders, staying silent for a moment. He knew this could possibly be about Corey, but this was different. He wouldn’t let that happen to Daisy. "Okay. We don’t have to do drugs. Are we good now? Can I go back in there or do you still need to chastise me some more?" he asked, pushing himself up from the seat anyway. "Okay, well I’m going to go inside now before this turns into another fight," he said, turning around and making his way back into the RV. He sighed heavily, raising his eyebrows at Eric. "I got in trouble," he whispered, chuckling softly and sitting back down on the couch.

“You’re trying to coerce me. You know you are.” She said softly, her voice breaking slightly as she spoke. Daisy could feel her eyes burning, blinking the tears back as she looked at him, shifting on her feet. “I wasn’t chastising you, I was trying to have a conversation.” She sighed, shaking her head, her chest clenching at the way he was reacting. Daisy rolled her eyes and looked away, sniffling as she shook her head. “I’m not fighting with you. But do whatever you want.” She mumbled, swallowing around the lump in her throat and sitting down on one of the lawn chairs, pulling her knees to her chest, doing her best not to cry as she sat there, her vision blurring as she stared straight ahead. Eric glanced up when Jackson came back inside, letting out a soft laugh, frowning when Daisy didn’t follow him. “I should go apologize,” he muttered, pushing himself to his feet and stepping outside, closing the door gently behind himself. Daisy glanced up at the sound of the door, frowning and deflating when it was only Eric. “Don’t look so enthused,” he joked, giving her a crooked smile. “I won’t.” She muttered, wiping hastily at her eyes. Eric sighed, running a hand through his hair and sitting next to her. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, shrugging. “I didn’t mean to push so hard. It just sounded fun. But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. It’s not a big deal.” He assured her, smiling softly. Daisy’s lower lip quivered, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. Her own boyfriend hadn’t even apologized to her, but the kid whose heart she was breaking on a daily basis did. “Thanks.”

Jackson nodded, tilting his head toward Eric. “Exactly. You can’t even use a lack of AC as an excuse. It’ll be fine,” he said with a smile. “Daisy…” he whined, pouting dramatically. Jackson smirked when he returned, biting down on his lower lip. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He sighed when Daisy’s tone became more serious, clearing his throat and leaning back against the wall. “Daisy, it’s not going to kill you. We’ll just have more fun than usual. You might think that’s not possible, but it totally is, trust me,” he said with a nod, shaking the baggy in front of her. “Come on,” he pleaded, smiling at her. He sighed at her demand, looking to Eric for a moment before nodding his head. “Okay, fine,” he said, opening up the door of the RV and stepping outside, moving to sit down on the bench. “Are you really mad at me right now?” he asked as Daisy followed him out. “I’m just trying to make this more fun for us. That’s all.”

“I wasn’t even using that as an excuse now you’re putting words in my mouth.” Daisy let out a huff, her throat tightening as they continued to speak. “Don’t.” She said quickly, shaking her head as he pouted. Eric rubbed at her through her underwear, smirking as she tried to hold back her reactions. “Come on, Daisy,” he whispered, nipping gently at her ear. Eric smirked at Jackson when he came back, slipping his hand out when Daisy moved back, sighing softly. “Daisy, it’ll be fun, I promise. And nobody is going to disturb us, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s far enough away that nobody will even hear us in there.” He assured her. “Jesus Christ, I don’t care about any of that, I don’t want to do this.” She repeated. Eric swallowed roughly, looking between Daisy and Jackson, his face falling slightly. Daisy huffed, tugging her shirt down and adjusting herself before standing, her eyes narrowing as she followed Jackson out, closing the door behind herself. She moved to stand in front of him, crossing her arms and looking at him, a mix of confusion and incredulousness other features. “Are you really doing this right now?” She countered, brows raising. “I don’t care, Jackson, I said no like twenty times. You of all people should know that no means no.” She muttered, swallowing roughly and looking away, her brows drawn down slightly. “Why is this so important, Jackson? Why do we have to do this? Drugs are so stupid. Why can’t we just have a few beers are relax?” She pleaded, looking at him sadly. “Why do we have to do drugs?” She whispered, shaking her head.

Jackson listened to Eric’s idea, his eyes bright. “Yes! Daisy, we have to do this. Come on,” he said, biting his lower lip. He pushed her up gently by the shoulders, standing to his feet. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go grab it,” he said quickly, making his way out the door. He headed to the van, moving to his backpack and pulling the baggy out of his front pocket. He shoved it down in his jeans pocket, making his way back to the trailer and opening up the door. “Got it,” he said, raising his eyebrows at Daisy. “Come on. You’ll have such a good time and you’ll be thanking us for encouraging this,” he assured her, reaching his hand out to take hers. “Okay? I promise we’ll both look out for you so nothing happens. We’re going to be fine. We’ll bring tons of water so we don’t dehydrate or anything. It’ll be perfect,” he said with a smirk. “And we can fool around on MDMA. Do you know how great that would be?”

Eric nodded vigorously when Jackson agreed, bouncing up and down slightly. “it’ll be so awesome, I’ll turn the lights on and we can blast whatever music we want, and it’s even got an AC unit so we won’t get too disgustingly sweaty, at least not from the heat.” He smirked. “No, I don’t want to do this.” Daisy stood by her decision, sighing heavily and rolling her eyes when Jackson left. “Daisy come on, I swear it’ll be so much fun.” Eric murmured, leaning forward to press kisses along the column of her neck, only moving closer when Daisy squirmed away. “I already said no.” She repeated, chewing at her lip. “I know you’re wet just thinking about it.” He mumbled, trailing a hand up her thigh, resting it between her legs. Daisy’s hips twitched forward despite her best efforts, her eyes slipping closed as she inhaled softly. “I don’t want to do drugs.” She mumbled, swallowing roughly. Eric moved his hand up, slipping under the waistband of her shorts, cupping her over her underwear. “Think how good this feels, and then think about it with little bolts of lightning running through your skin. Every touch is magnified.” He whispered, turning his head and grinning over at Jackson when he came back in. Daisy pulled away from Eric, backing herself up and shaking her head. “Jackson I said no!” She said firmly, her eyes widening as she looked at him, her heavy breathing a mix of arousal and panic. She stared wide eyed at him, almost incredulous, her mouth parted as she shook her head minutely. “Can we talk,” she said, her voice clipped, and it wasn’t a question. “Alone.”

Jackson smiled down at Daisy in his lap, leaning into her hand when she lifted it up toward him. He sighed softly, leaning toward Eric as he rested his head against him. He laughed when Eric began to speak, glancing down to Daisy. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a little more fun,” Jackson argued, raising his eyebrows at Daisy. His eyes widened when he remembered the MDMA he had back at the van, biting back a smirk. “I still have that powder Thomas gave me,” Jackson said, throwing the thought out there. He cleared his throat, shrugging his shoulders before beginning to speak again. “Why don’t we try it? I mean, we’re pretty great together when we’re not under the influence. Imagine us on the love drug. I mean…” he trailed off, staring down at Daisy expectantly. He knew it would take some convincing, but this felt like a good idea for the three of them.

“What? No.” She said firmly, shaking her head. Daisy pushed herself up from both their laps, moving back to sit cross legged in front of them. “No, Jackson. I already said no. I don’t want to.” She repeated, crossing her arms over her chest. Eric’s eyes had lit up at the suggested, sitting up straight and nodding. “What? Come on, it’s so much fun!” He grinned, looking between the two. “No,” Daisy said again, turning her head away. “Absolutely not. You two knock yourselves out.” She shrugged. Eric sighed, moving closer to her. “C’mon, I promise you’ll love it.” He insisted, glancing back to Jackson, nodding for him to move forward. “Every little touch is amazing.” He said, lowering his voice, reaching out to brush her hair back behind her ear. “You think you get wet now? It’s going to be ten times better. You’ll be soaked.” He murmured. Eric sat back for a moment, chewing at his lip, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I have the best idea.” Eric looked between the two, excitement behind his eyes. “There’s a barn out off to the side of the property. Sometimes we use it for parties and shit. But it’s awesome and there’s like hay bales and shit, and a sound and light system. I have the key.”