"Why are you doing this? You know, acting like you care?" Jackson spoke up, looking into Allison's chocolate brown eyes before quickly looking away.
"Jackson, I do care. You don't think that after that talk we had a couple of weeks ago, I don't care about you? You're crazy." Her tone changed, as did the look on her face. She now wore a concerned look. Allison knew what was really wrong with Jackson, she always did.
He then shook his head, rubbing a hand through his short blonde hair. "Well, you don't have to. I mean, I have been a complete ass to you and Scott these past couple of years now." Jackson coughed, clearing his throat out. He had never talked to anyone about his feelings, even his own mother; well adoptive mother to be exact. He wanted to open up to people, but could never find the nerves to do so. Jackson has tried numerous of times to sit down and talk to his parents, about his real parents; biological parents.
Allison shifted her eyes to look at Jackson, pursing her lips together. She knew everything about Jackson, thing was, he didn't know it yet. Allison swallowed hard, stopping in her tracks. "Jackson, look at me." She began, placing her hand to rest on his bicep. "You have a reason to be the way you are, to act the way you do. Stop apologizing, because you don't have to Jackson. Not to me, not to Scott, not to anyone. People should be apologizing to you." She pursed her lips covered in nude lip gloss together, before slowly moving her hand away from his arm. "Okay?"
"Alright, thanks." Jackson spoke softly, shifting his gaze on Allison.
"Oh, don't thank me. It's what I do. I guess you can call me Dr. Argent." She grabbed his arm to lead him on, giggling at her comment.
Jackson softly chuckled, being pulled along. "Are you serious, Dr. Argent?" He raised his eyebrows, still laughing at her comment.
"Shut up, you're an ass." She giggled again, playfully punching his arm.
He then playfully rolled his eyes, covering his arm as she punched him. "Ouch, I think I need to go see a doctor. Hey, do you think Dr. Argent would be in?" He laughed, shoving Allison slightly.
"You know what, make fun of me again. I'll show you one of these." She giggled, pulling her fist up towards his face.
Jackson covered his face, chuckling as Allison brought her fist up towards his face. "Oh no, I'm terrified. Scare me one more time and I'll do this." He quickly picked her up by her legs, swinging her over his back before she even had time to respond. She giggled, trying to squirm out of his arms, as he twirled her around.
Allison's hair was completely in her face as Jackson was twirling her around. "Jackson, put me down!" She bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
He then gave her one more twirl, setting her down in the nearest yard which was luckily covered in grass. They both fell down, Allison stumbling on top of Jackson. "Allison… You're knee… Ouch." He tried to say, but it came out as more of a whisper.
She gasped as she noticed her knee was pressing into his groin, quickly moving it away. "I am so sorry." She giggled, tucking her chocolate brown hair behind her ears.
Jackson bit his lip, titling his head back, the pain decreasing. "It's fine, total accident." He coughed, opening his eyes to face the beautiful bright baby blue sky. There were a couple of clouds out; clouds that looked like fluffy white pillows. As Jackson slowly released his lip, he moved his icy blue eyes over towards Allison, who was still resting on top of Jackson.
Not moving from where she was laying, Allison chuckled, dropping her head to rest on his chest. She took in a deep breath, taking in a good whiff of Jackson's cologne. Her nose rested on his light blue button up shirt, which was layered under his black leather jacket. "Yeah right, I totally did that on purpose." Allison joked, bringing her eyes back to meet Jackson's.
He then rolled his eyes slightly, moving his hands to rest underneath the back of his neck. "I'm sure you did. You're an ass." He chuckled, adjusting Allison's weight on his body.
Allison squinted her eyes, bringing her hand up to playfully smack him on his cheek. "Just shut up Whittemore, stop talking. " She giggled, biting her lip slightly.
"Make me, Argent." He challenged, shoving his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he raised his eyebrows.
"Make me, Argent." Allison mocked him, changing her voice to be a bit deeper.
Jackson wrapped his leg around Allison's, flipping her over to where she lay underneath him. "I'm sorry, but did you just mock me?" He chuckled, his icy blue eyes tracing the figure of her face.
"I think I just did." She bit her lip slightly, looking up at the cute teen that was spread on-top of her.
A few awkward seconds passed as the two eyed each other, every once in a while looking at the cars that drove by on the deserted street. The streets were always empty in Beacon Hills, unless you're by a school or a mall, then you get stuck in a traffic jam. Jackson bit his lip slightly, looking back towards Allison.
"You have a piece of grass right here." Jackson poked her cheek, wiping the dead piece of grass off. "Better." He softly chuckled.
Instead of speaking, Allison opened her mouth slightly, taking in a deep breath. She then moved a free hand up towards Jackson's face, resting it underneath his chin. He scrunched his forehead, not sure as to what she was doing. Allison smiled warmly, pulling his chin close towards her face, pressing her lips firmly against his. Jackson took a deep breath against her lips, not to sure what to do. Allison soon pulled her lips away from Jackson's, eyeing him. "I'm… Sorry." She said, scrunching her forehead as she started to squirm out of Jackson's hold.
As his hold on Allison got tighter, she stopped squirming, causing her to meet Jackson's eyes again. He brought his hands to rest by both sides of her head, lowering his neck down. "It's fine, I kind of liked it." Jackson mumbled against her lips, locking them together again.
A/N: Thanks for viewing guys! Please, tell me what you guys think! :')