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Romance
 Created on 5-7-08
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Jack was right; during the main course of dinner Sam walked in with a relaxed and semi-happy smile across his face. It left me feeling not as guilty about the kiss, or two, but I still felt unsettled.
Grandmary allowed us to be excused so that our conversation was more private.
“I have thought over it for a long time, Nat, and I have decided that I am okay with us being just friends. Of course I will always have a crush on you, but I think we’d be pretty good friends.” Sam said and I beamed.
“Thanks Sammy.”I tease.
“Don’t push it.” He warned with an extended finger.
Our conversation didn’t last long because he was very hungry and so was I. Dinner was mostly silent but there was a lot of eye contact, mostly between Jack and me.
I don’t know what it is but every time I look into his eyes I see a whole another person just wanting to bust out. Maybe I am just being delusion but there is a lot you can tell about a person from their eyes.
Dinner passed quickly and it was my turn once again to put the dishes away. I put them away with caution and precision. I realized it was nighttime when the sun danced away out of the horizon and the moon began to seep through the window.
I stared at it mostly because the lake looked absolutely gorgeous at night and because it was like I was looking at a world; a world that was waiting for me. It took seconds for me to realize that Jack was sitting with his legs plopped in the lake, staring up into the shimmery darkness.
I smoothed out my hair and decided to boldly join him; I think it is a bit funny to be with a boy alone in the darkness for many reasons, but even so, I went outside and sat down next to him.
He was quiet for the longest time and his expression was unfathomable. I could not comprehend his mood or feelings because his mind was as far as the stars.
“Nat,” Jack’s smooth voice murmured and I faced my body in his direction to show him I was listening. “I know what you think of me, that I am a fast boy, that all I think about is getting in your pants. I know I act a certain way but it’s more just to impress you, to show you that I can be charming and romantic. But I am far from a Romeo.
“What I am trying to say is that I don’t really want sex, in fact I could really care less about it, but what I want is someone just to talk to, you know? Someone who will listen… but it usually ends up the other way because of my actions.”
“So you mean… you er… have had sex a lot?” I ventured a little surprised by his restless behavior.
“Does it really matter?” He snapped abruptly but I knew it was just a defensive reaction to a personal question. But his face softened and his breathing slowed. “Yeah, I guess I have.” He admitted with visible regret.
My eyes trailed off his face and onto the lake. I had nothing left to say.
“What are you thinking?” Jack asked and I could hear that even under his calm mask, he was worried to know what, or if, I was thinking about him.
“Nothing much,” I squeaked out and immediately regretting the fact that I had lied to him. He couldn’t tell that it was a lie but was disappointed that I hadn’t said much.
“Sometimes I come out here at night just to sit and think. Sammy scoffs at it a little bit but I really like it out here. It reminds me of home.”
“Yeah home sweet home,” I think grudgingly.
Then his whole face changed; he almost looked amused.
“So tell me Nat, what did you think of my kissing expertise?” Jack asked with a chuckle and I knew he was trying to make light of the conversation because of all the tension.
“It was alright,” I respond with a nonchalant shrug but he just laughs and turns his vision back to the lake.
“Will you though?” He asked switching back to ‘Serious Jack’.
“Will I what?”
“Listen to me? I mean I am not like commanding you but it could help. My mind is just full of so many scrambled and jumbled things I feel that I just might explode!”
“I have ears don’t I?” I tease but this time he nodded his head rather than smiling.
“Thank you then.”
The night turned eerily silent and the screeching wind was the only thing that seemed to be making a noise. I could feel his and my thoughts in unison as we both faced each other. I knew if I just moved my head a little closer…
Jack turned away. He stared back out to the faded horizon and I did the same. I was both surprised and annoyed at his act but said nothing but I knew he could sense my feelings fuming from me.
“I just don’t feel like doing that right now.” Jack said in a quiet voice that was so unfamiliar it shouldn’t belong to him. It was old, wise and just and made me feel young and stupid.
“I understand.” I reply with the same nonchalant shrug I had done before. Only this time my shoulders rocked with ill ease.
“Do you really? It’s not that I don’t want to; I mean I do, but I don’t know it’s a little complicated.” Now he fidgeted with anxiety as the heavy waves crashed into both of our legs.
“Remember, I can listen.”
Once again, he said nothing; he didn’t even look at me. It was as if I hadn’t said anything or wasn’t even there.
All I can think is: Jack, you are one puzzling individual.
Hours might’ve passed but I didn’t move an inch. The pressure and tension was so thick between us I was surprised that he could even let his hand drift over to mine. They weren’t rough like I thought they’d be, but instead smooth and firm.
Then he transformed back into his spontaneous side as his eyes reached out to mine.
“Do you ever swim in the dark?” He asked with an excited edge to his voice.
“Well, not really but there’s a first time for everything.”
He let his hand leave mine so that he could shrug off his shirt and jump into the rippling water with only his khaki shorts and shark tooth necklace on.
When Jack gasped up for air I could see the moon shining off of his white teeth while he flashed me an energized smile.
Thank god I wasn’t wearing a white bra.—I thought to myself as I stripped down to a black one. I kept on my shorts though because I didn’t want to be too much revealed.
I didn’t have time to fret about him seeing me in my bra because I had jumped into the water with full force.
I could feel my long dark chocolate hair trailing behind me beneath the surface as I swam past Jack. He met me under the water but instead of kissing like last time he just pulled away and began swimming faster.
He went in the left direction but I didn’t follow because I needed air. Bursting through the abyss, I inhaled and exhaled heavily. I stared at the white house that seemed so far, but yet, so close.
Feeling a wet tap on my shoulder, I whirled around to see Jack smiling brightly. In response I returned the smile but mine was not even as large as his.
“Don’t you just love it? The freedom,” Jack asked in the midst of a backstroke.
“Yeah, it’s great.” Even I could hear the false agreement in my voice, so I wasn’t surprised when he arched a brow at me.
“Someone is a little gloomy. I can listen to you know, I do have ears.”
“Oh no, it’s nothing.”
He grumbled something incomprehensible and I broke back down into the vast waters. If I could swim just a bit deeper maybe I could look up and see the starry sky without the vagueness then if I was near the top.
I ripped through the strong current and glanced up when I finally was as deep as I could go. The surface radiated back and forth but the sky was still somewhat visible.
I wanted to just rest there, but once my chest began puffing rapidly for air I quickly went back up only to find Jack floating tranquilly on his back.
He was murmuring a tune that I could not make out and his dark eyes were closed. He looked so peaceful that I didn’t have the heart to bother him with a meaningless comment.
On the outside he was like a snake charmer; sexy, beautiful, and great to look at. But on the inside, I am not so sure. He is two completely different people trapped in one, both different than Sam.
Sam is kind, sweet, pure, and a great person inside and out. But Jack… is something else entirely. I know he is a nice person, he is just seems to have more depth than Sam. There are just things about him that make me want just shake him and get out the truth.
Sort of like how Grandmary is.
Just thinking about her scrambles my thoughts and I can only wonder what goes on in hers, and now Jack’s, mind. I wonder if…
“Do you feel that Natalie?” Jack said both using my full name and interrupting my thoughts.
“Feel what?”
“A connection; I don’t know but the first time I ever saw you in your window I felt as if something snook up behind me and struck me in the spine and now you are all that I ever think about. I mean I think about other things, but you always seem to enter my mind again.”
So he had remembered that time I was peeping at him through my window—lovely.
I stayed silent for a moment. Was there a connection? Had there always been? I thought for a long moment but felt nothing.
Then it hit me.
The feeling of pinpricks on my nerves, the swelling of my heart, and the heavy breathing coming from my throat; is this it? The connection…?
“I think.”
“Hmmm…” He trailed off in wonderment and I was surprised that he was still utterly calm. I looked over at him to see his tanned skin glinting dimly in the glow of the moon.
Weeks past, but I still could recall that day more than any other. Even his smell was still fresh in my brain.
I had realized that Sam was a better friend than any of the other fellows or girls I had gone to school with. Now he was the one I was comparing to as a brother; not a big brother but a younger and happy one.
Even though we saw each other every day, I still felt as shy as the first when I saw Jack even the slightest distance from me. He had opened up to me a little bit with his mind and I found out that it is even more troubling than mine.
On the other hand Grandmary was still as secretive as ever as she fiddled around the cherry blossom trees. She looked so lonely I had decided to join her after an hour of hanging around the trails.
“Hello Grandmary,” I greeted politely but then I saw her face and noticed that small tears were on her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” I asked with a worried gesture but she pulled away and I understood that they were not tears from sadness, but from joy.
“Nothing, doll,” She drawled out in a sickly sweet voice, “Just remembering the past.”
I held back my annoyance as she once again refused to tell me what was on her mind. I looked at her once more and noticed something that meant absolutely nothing to me at the time. Her skin was so pale it looked translucent.
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i love it(:
i think im starting to like jack better anyway.