Author's Note- Oh my god, it has been forever since I posted anything. I'm a bit rusty... I've never written anything for Adventure Time before and I just started watching the show so I don't understand a lot of the lingo. This story is loosely based on Falling into you by Jasinda Wilder. You should read it, it's fabulous. This story is in real life and out of Ooo and Aaa. Ohh and Jackson is Prince Gumball.
Jackson Abadeer was everything I had ever hoped for. He was sweet, smart, cute, and confident. He could have been royalty for how polite he was. He was my best friend. His only fault was how much he loved to party.
The day he asked me out was something else. It had started the complete opposite of a fairy tale, waking up late and not having completed my homework from the night before. I had missed the bus, so i ended up going to school with Jackson and his older brother, Marshall Lee. The whole way there they bickered and fought. I was in the backseat, inhaling coffee and trying to finish my math homework, which was decidedly un-math.
After the longest, most tension filled car ride I have ever had we arrived at school I let out a soft sigh and mentally prepare myself for the day. I had a test in third period that I didn't have time to study for, and another in seventh. This was going to be a very long day. Honestly, walking up to the building with Jackson looked like it would be the high point of my day. "Hey I'll see you tonight, okay?" Jackson whispers in my ear. "Yeah, see you later." We walk through the doors and split to go to our lockers. I somehow make it to mine and while opening it, spill my coffee all over me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. A very long day indeed.
"This sounds like a great party," yells Jackson over the throbbing bass. "Yeah, I guess..." I say skeptically. I really wasn't the party type. I would rather stay home and read a good book, listen to music, play a video game, or pretty much anything other than this. "Do you want a drink?" he asks. "As long as it's not beer." We wander over to the kitchen, stopping a few times to talk to our fellow classmates and other friends. When we finally get there, there are only a few people inside playing beer pong. "Sup," they ask in unison. "Hey," I answer back. Jackson merely nods and goes back to the cooler. "Here you go, Fi," he says, handing me a drink. I glance at it, pleased to see it's not alcohol, and take a swig.
We're still in the kitchen ten minutes later, just watching them play beer pong and talking. "I bet you three dollars that in five minutes that guy will be drunk." He points to a lanky boy with red hair. I study him for a while and say, "Okay. But you're going to owe me three dollars." Jackson sets his phones timer and we patiently watch the game like hawks. The phone beeps, which us a heart attack, and I proudly hold out my hand. "Told you." "Yeah, yeah whatever." He reaches into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. After receiving my money, I ask him if he wants to dance. Upon reaching agreement we walk back to the living room.
That's unusual by Ghost Town comes on. "OH MY GOD THIS IS MY JAM." I do a bunch of different moves like the sprinkler and running man. Jackson just laughs and bobs his head, casually moving the rest of his body. I kind of just stare at him, amazed that someone so... Good could be my friend. It wasn't like I was a delinquent but I sure wasn't an angel. I was only human. I got in trouble and I got in fights. But Jackson... He was my guardian angel. Back when I went through my rebellious stage, he was what saved me. The truth was he saved me from myself.
His voice pulls me from my thoughts and brings me back to what's in front of me. "Hey Fi, are you ready to leave yet?" "Yeah let's go."
We're finally in the driveway and saying good night when he just stops. He stares at me for a minute and then says, "Do you ever wonder if we would be a good couple?" I contemplate for a minute and then answer him. "I've wondered a couple of times." I shrug my shoulders and continue, " Why do you?" He's staring at his feet, which I can tell you aren't that interesting. "Yeah," he whispers, blushing. I bite at the inside of my cheek imagining how easy it would be with him. How I know he would respect me and treat me like a queen. I think of how kissing him might be and feel my face flush and butterflies take flight in my stomach. I remember all the times we've exchanged looks, all the times our friends have commented on us, all the times I've waited for something to happen between us.
Suddenly I'm sick of it. I'm sick of waiting for him to make a move and I'm sick of me just accepting that nothing has happened between us. "Good night Jackson." I move inside, locking the door behind me and lean against it. I can barely hear him walk up his driveway and shut the door. I run up to my room and slam my door shut, tears running down my face. I fling myself onto my bed and cry for a few hours, until I'm just plain exhausted. I pull myself under the covers and begin to sleep fitfully.
It's around two a.m., when I hear pebbles being thrown at my window. My hands find their way to my eyes and I lean up. Standing in my driveway is Jackson, looking washed out and tired. He gestures me down with his hand and I creep down the stairs to the kitchen and then outside. "Fi, we need to talk about this." I just nod, too tired to argue. We walk into his backyard, where I've gone to too many picnics, pool parties, and outdoor movie nights to even count. In that green square of happiness, I see us at five chasing fireflies, at eight running through sprinklers, and at fifteen sharing a bottle of wine I had found in basement. So many memories had been created back here, and now one more.
We sit just behind his shed, a place that had always been ours. The stars above shine so brightly, unraveling across an inky black sky. The moon hangs low, like if we just tried hard enough, it could be ours. I hug my skinny jean covered legs, glad I have a sweatshirt but resenting the fact that I'm in the cold. "Fi, I think I love you." "Why? I'm a mess. Just save yourself the hurt." "I can't. I can't because I KNOW I love you. When I even hear your fucking name it hits me hard in the gut. I couldn't imagine life without you. I don't want to go a day without seeing you. I'm nothing without you." We sit in the silent aftermath of his confession. "I love you, too. And I think that I can't possibly, because one of us is going to end up hurt." "But what if we don't? What if this is our one true love? What if we just pass this up because we're afraid of getting hurt? Don't we at least deserve a chance?" "Yes." I mean it. I know I want to do this. Right here, right now I don't care if I get hurt, I only want to know where this will go.
I face him, knowing what I want. I take a deep breath and lean in to kiss him. It feels like everything and nothing all at the same time. There are fireworks and butterflies but then it's like the rest of the world just falls away and I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
