Jackson Carter

                “IF I’M THE MOST INTERESTING THING, to ever happen to you. You should really start examining your life choices dumbass.” Alexander joked, before shaking his head. He couldn’t deny he was amused if only because the rest of the world shared in his amazement most of the time and he frankly didn’t care about correcting them. “I don’t blame you though, Ezra’s a handsome boy the whole world is into him.”

“Do you forget a majority of the time I was in Georgia? The only excitement there is by my own hand racing or sleeping with the sheriff or preacher’s daughter. You’re not being gay was the most interesting thing and nothing can convince me differently” he laughed at his friends joking. This conversation was getting a bit ridiculous, but things with Alexander usually ended up that way. “Well not the whole world, but I bet a good portion of it.”

            “AND THEN WHEN I GET OUT I COULD, start my own merchandise line. You know cooking materials, crafting, just slap my name on everything. I like the way you think, this might be a much easier way to take over the world. Which is my back up plan, you know in case this heiress thing ever goes south.”

“There ya go, you’ve got it all figured out. You’ll become a household name. I have some good ideas, some times... Well of course being an heiress is the easier option, good luck with that.”

It is? I’m glad. I do understand, family is important, and even though I got shipped here with the one person in my family I despise, I’d still go to the ends of the earth for her. I suppose, but we’re all a little mad, especially the best people, it’s how we keep ourselves sane I think.. Yeah, kiwi, it’s the nickname of us New Zealand folk, but if you want to just give me the nickname I suppose I’ll let you know, I don’t think there’ll be many others around New York, or at least, I don’t know of them if there is. It would be more life changing in my eyes if I was doing it somewhere where I enjoyed. Good, that makes me very happy, not that I’m saying you can’t, of course.

Good, we’re both in the same boat then. Exactly. They may make you crazy at times but you do what you have to. Oh that’s definitely the truth, we’re all a bit off. I figured that out, but I really like it. Though for now I prefer my nickname, so we’ll stick with that, pretty girl. I reserve the right to change it up a bit as we talk and I get to know more about you. Well there is that, but you’ll get where you enjoy or want to be eventually; it’s all stepping stones. Of course not, but I’m glad we’re both happy right now.

           “NO ONE SAID MAKING A DIFFERENCE would be easy.” Sam couldn’t resist the urge to laugh. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. As much fun as it would be to have you join me on my cause, I’m not gonna beg. I’m perfectly capable of fighting the good fight all on my own”  She rolled her eyes “You see me differently than most people that’s for sure” 

“No, but some people don’t want change and you won’t change that” he smiled at his ability to help her laugh, even if it wasn’t all his doing. “Sure I do. Awe man, no begging? Way to break my heart. I thought you would this time. Though I know you can hold your own, I have no doubt in that“ he chuckled, nodding at her, “I really do. I don’t know if that makes me the lucky one or you.”

  They fixed that huge pot hole on 3rd, change enough for you?

You’ve actually been the most helpful person I’ve seen since getting back. That bit of information changes everything.

You think this is bad? You should try LA, buddy; can’t see a damn thing until at least ten but that doesn’t stop the traffic from being a fuckin’ nightmare on the freeway. New York is nothing. Plus, your subway system puts our’s to shame. Not that anyone seems to use it around here. Where’d you go, anyway? Can’t have been more interesting than the city that never sleeps.

It’s bad for here though. I’ve only been to LA once and that was more than enough for me to care for waiting in long car lines. It’s congested in smaller areas here, not like on a long highway, so it seems like torture; especially to someone used to speeding around. You’re here now though, so isn’t this subway, yours now, too? I was in Georgia, my hometown. It had a lot of interesting moments. And since I wasn’t around here, I can’t really say if anything interesting has happened.

              “SENSITIVITY AND PRISON MIGHT NOT GO WELL TOGETHER, but I’ve perfected the death glare over the years. Besides I may be small, but I am mighty, I’d be able to take a prison gang on. Or actually… don’t quote me on that, I love my penthouse and my tempuer-pedic mattress, and my 500 thread count sheets. – –– Good that was the idea.”

“Yeah not really so you’ll need that death glare to be extremely convincing. I can see you attempting at carving a shiv and making sure everyone knew about it. Might not be the best prisoner but you could make it in one of those rich people prisons, like Martha Stewart was in...”

           "SMART BOY YOU ARE. I WOULD HATE, to have to punch you although I’d wait till you were drunk then hit you. That way I could blame some innocent passerby, so you’d still love me. – –– If you need a laugh join the circus what do I look like a personal clown? Or we could just re-tell the story of how you found out I digged chicks instead. You still enjoy telling that one at parties? Or have you found something more interesting?”

“Now look who the smart guy is. But if I really deserved the hit, I’d still love ya regardless...Well I didn’t wanna say anything but if the big shoes and red nose fit. Shut the fuck up! I was stunned, completely baffled. My whole life changed that day, I had never been more shocked. That’s the most interesting thing to ever happen to me and it’ll never be topped. That’ll be the story I tell on my deathbed! Shit still fucks with my mind”

I DON’T RECALL ANY OF these memories. Nope. I’m never done mean mugging you. EVER. Whatever, I’ll be the angriest kitten of them all if I have to. Yeah, that before, was really mean and I take it back except not really except I kinda want to because it was mean.. I didn’t know I had it in me, to be honest. Anyway, that’s not the point! The point is… I can be very war like if need be, Jax!! 

That’s sad, O. So very sad. Well you have a cute mean mug, so I don’t mind it all that much. Fine, if that’s what tickles your fancy, do that. Though angry kitten isn’t all that fun. You’re losing the fierceness in changing your mind but I appreciate the thought of you not wanting me dead because it is mean. Warms me up inside. I guess I just have that effect on you...Okay, I concede. You can be all war like. Happy?

            “PICTURES? YOU TRYING TO SEE MY BOO AND GIRL NAKED? I’m sorry but that’s personal, for no one’s eyes but mine. Don’t be a perv Jackson, or I’ll call the cops on ya. But as for the gift part, we are accepting checks, next month’s rent is due cough up. –– –– A few? Tons of actually I’m a pretty boy, although most of them make zero sense whatsoever both drunk men and women say a lot of shit that no one understands.”

“On second thought, I reserve the right not to answer that so I don’t get in trouble. Keep the pictures private. Perv is a part of who I am though, I can’t keep it away all the time. Yeah let me get on that gift money right away...That’s disappointing for me. I could have used a good laugh. Drunk people are one of the best forms of entertainment.”

              “A LITTLE OVER DRAMATIC? YOU left a bunch of spiders in her bath tub, you’re lucky she didn’t kill you. I would have, and then I’d spend the rest of my youth locked up in a jail cell because I’m far too sensitive. –– –– Handsome and clever, all right. I like where this is going.”

“There were like five. She over-exaggerated. I will have to watch my back as long as I’m staying with her though, it’s the quiet ones that’ll kill ya. And I cleaned them all up nice for her, so we’re all squared away. Thank god it wasn’t you then, sensitivity and jail don’t fit... Aw shucks, you’re gonna make me blush“

Well I wont be happy if you’re harmed. I hope you’re grandparents are both okay now, that’s a really nice thing that you did, not many people would do that. At the end of the day, you did what you had too, and contrary to popular belief, it doesn’t matter what the rest of the world thinks about you doing that, because it isn’t their choice to make. I’m glad I’m your first kiwi, I’ll tick that off on my list of things to impress you with. I’m only a physiotherapist, unfortunately I’m not performing life changing surgeries.. You’re an all round charm then, beautiful face, beautiful music, beautiful cars. I’ll be fighting girls off you.

Now that’s actually very comforting to me. They are, thanks. I’m pretty happy myself that everything is on the up and up with them. Family is family. See, I’m glad you understand, exactly. I know my reasoning is right but my lack of telling anyone is where the madness comes in I guess... Kiwi? I think I found a new nickname for you, though pretty girl seems to fit just as well. May not be surgery but still can be life changing. That’s really awesome. No need to fight anyone off me, there’s no one else.

I DON’T. I DON’T REMEMBER high school Bucky Mc Boing Boing. It’s too far, I hit my head, I don’t remember those day, they’re long gone from my memory. I am mean and tough. I’ve always been mean and tough. I’ll show you my war face too.. but it’s unavailable right now. Nope. I hope a meteor  falls on you where you’re injured enough that it hurts you forever but you’re able to live a really long life.

Such a shame. Good memories were had. We can make new memories though, if you’re done mean mugging me. Your war face? For some reason I feel like that would be more like an angry kitten than war-like but who knows. Well that’s oddly specific, O. I’m happy I still get to live though, so that’s not as bad as your first thought.

I would like to think it’s changed, but I would just be lying to myself.

That sounds accurate. So I’m sure I can trust you to give everything to me straight, is everyone around here still a bit crazy?

        “YOU DON’T THINK I’m up for the challenge?” Sam folded her arms across her chest, doing her best to look annoyed but ended up smiling. “Trust me peaches I’ll work my ass off to make and see a change. I don’t care how long it takes.” It was hard not to laugh when he called her sweet. “Carter you may be the only person to ever use that adjective in describing me. I’m actually the spawn of satan. Just ask anyone.” winked the girl. “I’ve always been sour babe but you make it rigorous to be be so towards you”

“ No doubt you’re up for it. But you shouldn’t have to deal with all that” he replied, smiling at her, “Every time you get into one of these speeches I feel like you want me to join in with your cause but then I remember I’d be lousy help.“ He coughed, covering up the laugh that was bubbling from him, “My special nickname for you. Spawn of Satan, huh? I don’t believe that for one second. You can try to play it off but I know the truth...You’re like a sour patch kid, sour then sweet. I get the best of both worlds.”