Jack helped, by opening the side draw on the bedside cabinet next to her and pulled out her big brush he had brought from her apartment. “Here, let. Let me help you.” he insists and is soon sitting on the side of the bed, running the brush down her hair gently.
“You shouldn’t be scared, my… my parents are really laid back people. If you have any questions about them you can ask me now..?”
She turned her eyes to him, her eyes soft as she regarded him. He was brushing her hair, how adorable! “Thank you, Jack,” she said, closing her eyes. When he asked her about his parent’s, however, she kept her eyes closed, trying to think of questions. She had many and wasn’t sure where to begin.
“I-I guess..if you think you’re parent’s will like me? What do they like to do? Something I can talk to them about? I mean..you remember what I said about mine..I don’t have much experience with p-parental figures.”
“Of course they will… I don’t see why they wouldn’t.” he said quietly as he continued running the brush through her long, lovely hair. “Actually, my father is a photographer. He goes around the country with my mother taking photos for people. A lot of his work is used in calendars and things like that… he enters contests, wins awards… m-my mother is an author. She writes novels but she also writes columns for gardening magazines.”
Jack Maple 