Man is a Giddy Thing

They Sing, Raindrops Falling on My Head || Jackson & Melanie

Melanie nodded against his chest, trying to stop her tears from flooding from her eyes. She sighed as he brushed her hair, feeling herself relaxing, finally. Everything was going to alright, Jackson said everything would be alright. Melanie had to believe he was right. She lifted herself once more, looking him in the eye again. “Thank you, Jackson.” She said, kissing his cheek lightly to enforce how much she meant. “I-I’m kind of tired. D-Do you think we could maybe lie down? Maybe we could just sleep?” Melanie asked softly. “I just… I don’t want to be alone tonight, please.”

Jackson nodded, pushing away anything on Melanie's bed that might be uncomfortable to lie down on. He laid back first, then patted his chest for her to lie down on atop of it. "I'll stay with you whenever you need it, Melanie." He whispered softly, resting an arm around her shoulders for her to snuggle closer to him. "Especially tonight." He teased her lightly, huffing a small chuckle.

They Sing, Raindrops Falling on My Head || Jackson & Melanie

Melanie just stayed buried in his chest, soaking his shoulder as she continued to cry without a rest. It was so draining, to simply sit in her best friend’s lap and release everything, to just completely let yourself go. It was almost frightening how much it hurt to cry. The only thing that eased the moment was the feeling of Jackson’s tight arms, helping to hold her together. “I just feel so sick, Jackson. I-It’s like I’m dying and I’m just doing things that… I don’t know if they’re helping me find death quicker or simply helping me live out my last days. I-I don’t know.” She cried. She tried to pull herself together, sniffling and viciously wiping tears away. She didn’t want to do this it just wouldn’t stop. “I’m sorry, Jackson, f-for everything. Really, I am. I’m so, so sorry.”

Jackson had said all there way to say. Sometimes the only thing a person could do was to just hold a person and say it was going to be okay. She knows he'll always be there for her, that has to be a given. "Shh, Melanie." He hushed her, running his fingers through her hair lightly. "It's goingto be alright, I promise, you're gonna be fine." Jackson told her, though he knew nothing of what the future held. He only knew that he would be there to try and help her get to a place where things were okay. "You have nothing to be sorry for...really." He said softly.

The Last Time You Came Through, Oh Darling I Know What You're Going Through. [Lena // Jude]

Lena leaned into his touch, and closed her eyes for a brief moment. A small smile made it’s way on her face, though it quickly disappeared when she he finished talking. Seeing his hands disappear into his pockets caused her to bite her lip, and her arms were now at her sides, her hands clutched together. He was pulling away from her, wasn’t he? She could feel him slipping through her fingers, and it seemed like no matter how hard she tried wouldn’t be able to hold onto him.  It hurt her a bit to see how easy it seemed for him to try and put a wall up between them, despite all the time they had spent together. “Jude…” Lena began in a soft tone, hugging her arms around herself and looking off to the side. “I cannot tell you what you are suppose to feel…All I can do is offer to help you and…and be there for you, but in the end it would be up to you to try and make sense of things.” Feeling her eyes tear up again, she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before speaking again. “You should not be afraid of trying to understand your feelings, Jude…But if…If closing yourself off is what you really want though, then I cannot stop you…I just-” Lena’s voice cracked slightly, causing her bring on of her hands up to hid her face slightly. “I just do not want you shield yourself from me…” Her final statement came out in a quite whisper, her head still turned to the side as she tried to will herself not to cry again.

There was muffled sounds--his thoughts and feelings, he guesses, that scrambled around in his brain before it was white noise. A sea of nothingness that sought pleasure and gratification with no complications. He stared at Lena, so beautiful and delicate before him--and he thought. Somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to so badly to be someone good for Lena. Someone who could speak and act like a fucking person, but he just couldn't. He couldn't wrap his brain around the fact that a girl who was so good had fallen for him. "I--just don't know." He said, like he always did. Jude never knew, did he? He didn't know, he didn't think, he didn't feel. He always had a damn excuse, and people were always hanging at his expense for it. Jude looked at her; and he saw her eyes watering and even though he'd done all he could to block off every emotion, a painful twinge shocked his chest. "You're really beautiful, you know that?" He said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it up, taking a long drag. Jude turned on his heel, and if he remembered, he would feel like the most loathsome, foul person to walk this earth. But he wouldn't remember. He couldn't.

I Had Another Nightmare..

"Shut up-" she said, shoving his shoulder softly. "Who else is upset besides me?" She cocked a brow, "Because I way I sees it everyone here is blinded by this stupid joy that I can’t seem to wrap my hands around." She rolled her eyes, "I mean things aren’t even that bad and I"m slightly miserable." 

Jackson sighed a bit. "Just Melanie, mostly." He said with a slight frown. "I'm sure she's talked to you--but yeah, we've been spending quite a bit of time together. And she's a rather big mess right now." Jackson chuckled a little. "I mean I'm not miserable, but I'm not a ball of sunshine either." He mused.

Baby can you breathe? I got this from Jamaica || Jackson & Blake

Blake tilted his head back to see who had coughed, and spied a rather familiar looking face. “‘Ello,” he called at the boy before refocusing on the inside of his eyelids. “Great day, yeah?” he asked, taking another hit off his blunt and puffing away.

Jackson nodded, looking out over the sea. "Sure is; the water looks rather calm today, yeah?" He commented. He thought for a moment, if whethere or not his grandfather as in a good mood. He must be, for the ocean wouldn't seem so serene if he was upset. 

I Had Another Nightmare..

Jillian bubbled her lips and leaned back forward, “So what’s new with you, Fishboy? Come on, let’s catch up and then let’s do something crazy. That always seems like how we do things and I like it.” She licked her teeth and smiled, “Unless it’s something big cause I swear if you’re getting married you didn’t let me know I’m gonna knock ya.” 

"Something crazy, eh? With boring old me?" He laughed, nudging her shoulder with his. "I dunno, I've been doing my usual rounds or attracting myself to upset people like I said!" Jackson joked, shrugging a little. Melanie had put a lot on his mind, especially after kissing her. But he shook the memory. "Oh, yeah, I forgot yo tell you, I eloped in Italy to one of the natives." He grinned.

They Sing, Raindrops Falling on My Head || Jackson & Melanie

Melanie couldn’t even make sense of half his words, but she got the just of it. She wasn’t Melanie anymore, and she knew that. But to know it front Jackson felt like a rusted knife was stabbed into her chest. She had changed, and not for the better. But he was still so kind, so considerate, so wonderful; he still cared about her. So Melanie, out of options, cried. She cried and didn’t stop, her head falling into Jackson’s shoulder. She was disgusted in herself, completely falling apart. And she couldn’t even communicate how thankful she was that Jackson was willing to keep her together. “I love you, Jackson,” she chocked out through her tears, not looking for anything in return. She just needed him to know.

By now their highs have worn off, and Jackson did all he could in his now completely conscience power to calm her down. God, he just hoped that she was listening to him. He wanted for her to be happy and after kissing her...well that brought up some things that were in no shape to be discussed right now. So he just held her close and whispered  kind words into her ear. "I love you, too, Melanie." He assured her, though there was a twinge of something in his chest when he said it, almost as if there was something beyond the platonic best friendship they possessed. But no, there was no room for that. Not now.  She needed a rock, a shoulder, not some idiot who's her friend to ruin things even further. "I'm going to help you get through this Melanie, I swear." He told her firmly.

Jackson decided to venture out onto the beaches of Greece, feeling relaxation take over him once he smelled the sea air. It was nice to know that the most comforting thing for him was at his fingertips nearly everywhere he went. When he arrived there, it was mostly empty, save for a guy lying down close to the water and smoking. Jackson smiled slightly to himself when he realized when he was smoking, but them realized who it was once he got closer. Or at least he thought he knew who it was, he'd only ever heard things from Jill, Shelby, and Melanie. He coughed a bit in favor of calling his name, just in case it turned out to be someone else.

I Had Another Nightmare..

Jillian reached out and grabbed his nose quickly, tugging on it for just a moment. “You’re a fool, Jackson.” She chuckled something soft and sighed, leaning back and letting her shoulders relax. Having him around was comforting. He’d stuck with her through some very tough times. “I’m glad I’ve got you, Mate-” she said, without really thinking it though first. 

Jackson stuck his tongue out at her. "I might be, but I'm totally okay with it." He laughed, throwing her a cheeky grin. Jackson looked up at her when she spoke again. Jill wasn't the type of person to get so touchy-feely, an he appreciated whenever she said things like that. "I'm glad I've got you too." Jackson said, nodding and patting her hand.

They Sing, Raindrops Falling on My Head || Jackson & Melanie

Melanie looked into his eyes, taking in shaky breaths as she tried to calm down. Her emotions were running high, her heart beating incredibly fast yet feeling too slow. She kept looking at him, trying to make sense of his words. A few tears rolled down her face as he spoke to her, he knew how to touch her heart. “But don’t I mean something to you, Jackson? Don’t I mean something?” Melanie asked, tears continuing to well in her eyes. “But I don’t want to love him, Jackson, I don’t. Believe me! Tonight I want to love you, please, please love me too. We don’t have to do anything just hold me please and let me kiss you and please just love me, that’s all you have to do, please, please.” She begged, tears continuing to not only fill her eyes but spill over the rims.

Jackson took a deep breath, unable to get his message across any better than he already has. What wasn't she understanding? He was trying so hard to make her see that this wasn't the way for her to be taking care of her heartache. "Melanie, fuck, of course you mean something to me!" He exclaimed, running a rough hand through his hair. "But what about me? What if--what if there is something there for you and--and if I make a mistake...and you decide that you're going to go do the same thing with another guy?" Jackson said wearily. "I don't want you to make more heartache for yourself than you already have. You can't just make love disappear." He told her, looking right into her chocolate brown eyes. "I swear I will help you get over him if that's what you want...but don't go becoming someone I know you don't want to be in order to get there." He told her softly, stroking a soft hand down her cheek.

They Sing, Raindrops Falling on My Head || Jackson & Melanie

Melanie looked to Jackson with wide eyes when he pulled away. She listened to his words but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want his words to be true, but she knew they were. There was some part of her mind that was still coherent enough to tell her he was right. But she fought, because the need to have him was true strong, the want was overpowering. “How do you know what I want? I barely know what I want! It’s been a month I’m allowed to sleep with people without it complicating anything! I didn’t even say I wanted to sleep with you! I don’t understand why you can’t just kiss me, I mean, do you not like it or something? Do you not like me? Am I not the kind of girl you want to be with? Am I not good enough?” She began spit firing as tears flooded into her eyes. Why couldn’t Jackson just love her without any debates, why did he have to care so much?

Jackson closed his eyes for a second, trying to think up ways to make this situation better. Since when did everyone stop listening when he knew he was talking about? Or at least Jackson liked to think he knew what was best. "Melanie. Melanie. Melanie!" He said holding her face in his hands and making sure to look her in the eye. Being high distorted some things but it didn't stop someone from thinking. "You're beautiful, Melanie, and I love you, you know that. You're my best friend. And I--I liked kissing you, a lot." He told her assuredly. "Don't cry, please." He whispered, running his hand down her neck and onto her shoulder. "I just know that if you do this you're going to regret it...and whenever I get intimate with someone I like it to mean something." Jackson confessed, feeling so vulnerable. "And while I know you're still in love with Ruben, I--I can't do this." He sighed.

They Sing, Raindrops Falling on My Head || Jackson & Melanie

Melanie kissed him as fiercely as she could in her high haze, moving slowly against him. Her hands that rested on his chest slowly started moving upwards, finding the back of him neck and the ends of his hair. She pulled him as close as possible, curling her fingers into his locks as each leg slipped around to find a side of his hip to straddle him. “Yes, Jackson.” Mel hummed against his lips, not entirely sure if she was asking him for something or saying the words simply out of pleasure. She decided that if her and Jackson had dated, they would have kissed long, long before and they would have never been able to stop.

Jackson let Melanie swing her legs around him, but in the midst of her lips working against his and his conscience, he pulled back from her. His hands gripped gently at her arms as to keep her there, because if he knew anything about the way Melanie has been acting, she wouldn't stop at anything to kiss him. "You're gonna yell at me, but this isn't what you want." He could tell she was about to protest, so he shushed her. "I'm not pitying you or whatever you think, but sleeping around and whatever isn't going to do anything other than complicate things more." Jackson told her honestly. He liked kissing Melanie, but he would rather wait than ruin their friendship. He was patient, and tentative. Jackson would do anything to try and get what he's saying into her head.

They Sing, Raindrops Falling on My Head || Jackson & Melanie

"And you said nothing?" Melanie questioned, starting to wonder in a haze what it would have been like if her and Jackson had started dating opposed to her and Ruben. Would she had made the same mistakes? Would it have had the same outcome? Would they be happy? Her thoughts were interrupted by Jackson’s lips on hers. For a moment she was stunned, not believing he’d truly want to kiss her. But after a moment, she melted against him, kissing him dearly. "It’s about time." She murmured against his lips, smiling before pressing herself more firmly against it as she kissed him.

"It wasn't like a super urge or anything just sometimes the way you looked...and stuff we'd talk about...I dunno." He told her, his own thoughts a disarray. Jackson often wondered what things would have happened if he and Melanie had gone together from the beginning. It was a strange thought, really. But for now he simply kissed Melanie, sighing against her mouth and letting her press herself against him. This was okay, right? He could hardly think, his brain fuzzy with weed and his movements slow and lazy. "Melanie." He said softly, running a hand down her back.

I Had Another Nightmare..

"What makes you say that?" She joked, then rolling her eyes, "I mean, obviously, except for this." She pointed to herself and then sighed, flopping her head back. "Flock to me when I’m happier Fishboy. I’m more stable when I’m happy. I’m better at poking fun at you then." 

"Because I seem to always find myself the first person at a friend's door when they're feeling down." He chuckled, though it was true. Most recently, he's been back and forth between Melanie and Shelby, though those two were a constant call for Jackson's shoulder. Even if Shelby wouldn't admit that. "Oh what will I do without Jill Hook insulting me?" He laughed, scrunching his nose up.

They Sing, Raindrops Falling on My Head || Jackson & Melanie

"You’ve thought about kissing me for a long time?" Melanie questioned with a stupid smile on her face, that having been the only statement that really seemed important. She kept her face close to his but still looked him in the eye. "I’m not dealing with a break up, okay? I’m here, with one of my best friends who happens to be unbelievably attractive and desirable, and I’m getting high as a kite. So stop acting like I’m going to break or I need your sympathy or that you need to take care of me, you don’t. Just have fun with me, please." She stated, the words coming out much sharper than she would have intended sober, but she needed her point across. "Now stop being polite, Jackson. If you want to kiss me, than do it." 

"Like when we first met, and we became friends...when we were both single." He told her. Jackson had always liked Melanie, of course, and for a while he might have thought there was something more, but it was too late for those thoughts to develop since she'd gotten together with Ruben. His eyes widened slightly at Melanie's outburst, and he raised his brows. "Unbelievably attractive and desirable?" Jackson echoed, huffing a small laugh. He started at her for along while, the drugs settling a cloud over his brain. "Okay." Jackson whispered without thinking, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, his head tilted slightly so that it'd be easier.