*he smiles and settles down against her on the bean bag, watching the movie play out in front of them. jack smiled softly* …thank you. they’d really appreciate you hearing that…
“It’s only the truth..” Her voice becomes softer, her eyes closing. Her mind was fuzzing up and it should have shocked her to realize how safe she felt where she was, as if nothing could hurt her. Isn’t it too soon to feel something like this…?
But her head lulled to the side completely against his shoulder, feeling content.
*he was a nice guy, wasn’t he? jack was quiet, he hadn’t risen his voice, hadn’t sworn, or come off as boisterous or even boastful of his art. just how had his parents raised him to be like this, and yet still remain so quiet, so shy and had such a low self esteem? it didn’t seem fair, but he…seemed happy. he felt happy, right now, with her sitting besides him.
she made his heart do funny things. his stomach became knots. his voice fell from his lips sometimes and he wanted so much to say nicer things, but every compliment he gives her makes her blush and go quiet. maybe he should try some of that romantic stuff from movies. he’d seen enough of them? but was that too forward? he hadn’t known her a week. but that’s how some people work…*
oh there’s an empty place in my bones
that calls out for something unknown
the fame and praise come year after year
does nothing for these empty tears…
*he didn’t mean to, really, but he sung along with his name sake on the screen as the skeleton slumped into the trees, away from the grave and pumpkin patch. he sighed afterwards, watching as sally gathered the things from the two graves*
…thank you for coming to see me on my birthday…
Jack Maple 