Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye or anyone involved except for my OC's. A list will come later.
Jackson found himself in a hotel room in the morning with the pounding headache that was a painful constant in his life. The events of the night before were blurry, another constant that he couldn't seem to care too much about. A few nameless girls and some insensitive insults could o nothing to damage his pride. As far as Jackson was concerned, he was a fucking god. And a god knew how to get what he wanted.
The memories he did retain from the night before didn't include the holding cell or being bailed out or the lecture from Tyler about his well being.
"Jack, you're falling to hell and you might as well take a hammer to your head if you're not gonna do a damn thing about it!" Tyler screamed on the ride back.
"Hell's where we always wanted to end up, numbskull. We go to hell every night during every so. And don't think you get away with those girls every night and just as much booze as the rest of us." Jackson's voice was as cold as his eyes, glassed over with oblivion. "Fuckin' hypocrite."
He didn't miss the blush that framed Tyler's face. A smirk crept up on his face.
"Well, you look like Hell, Jack. And you smell worse. Would it kill you to brush your teeth once in a while?"
"Satan doesn't brush his teeth."
"You're not Satan, Jackson. You're human. You arent' invincible."
"Screw that. I'm pretty invincible." Jakcson retorted, holding his head high even as fatigue pulled at the corner of his hardened eyes. "And you're no angel."
But, of course, he didn't remember any of that. Not until Tyler grilled him for it for the next few weeks at the least.
But he did remember that girl. Lisa, that cop called her. Lisa Reisert, if he could assume that she was the cop's daughter. Her eyes were too sad to be a gold digger or a sugar baby. It was rare ro see eyes so filled with sorrow, especially bcause it was masked so well.
But he knew that look. He knew it because he wore that look when backs werw turned and no one was looking. His blue eyes fell to the ground and he couldn't find the enegy to keep them up. Those sad eyes, that's he had.
That's what she had. And she was unforgettable.
Lisa yawned and sretched as she was roused from her dream state by her father cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The couch had caused some kinks in her back but that wasn't a big deal. Don't sweat the small stuff and dell on the big stuff, that's how she lived.
The clothes from yesterday were stale and wrinkled, feeling uncomfortable after the night of sleep. They felt old and unpure, slightly damp from the sheen of sweat she donned from the Florida heat.
Lisa's feet dragged on the floor as she rubbed the crusts from her eyes, taking in the smell of the scrambled eggs that aaited in the kitchen. There was Joe, looking slightly too cheerful for this early in the morning.
"Morning, sunshine." Joe smiled as he put some eggs onto the plate and handed it to her with a spin. "Glad you spent the night, just like old times."
The crinkles around his eyes showed her how genuine the old man could be. Even through the things he had seen, he still possessed the happy outlook that she only wished she could have maintained.
"Thanks, Dad. It's nice to be back in the house" Lisa shrugged and took a bite. It was almost like old times, back in high school. Things weren't necessarily better but they were definitely a hundred times simpler.
"Why didn't you change? I have some of your old clothes in your room. Probably would still fit you." Joe suggested, frowning slightly as the overprotective father side came out.
"Guess I was tired. Your job is quite tiring and I wasn't even the one doing anything." Lisa said, giving her dad a playful smile to reassure his worries. It could get quite annoying at times but she knew her dad meant well with his worries. However, Lisa wanted to break away from it desperately which could often lead her into intense bouts of rebellion. They never lasted long and the consequences were usually not long lasting, but they caused much grief for those involved around her.
"I know one thing's for sure, I do not want to become a cop." Lisa said, laughing to herself. "No offense."
"Tha boy that we picked up. The one drunk driving. You remember him?" Joe asked her, raising his eyebrows in a seriousness that he could only ahcieve while stressing over Lisa's well being.
She knew where this was going. It had always been this way. It was endearing as a child how her dad was so protctive. But she was no longer a teenager. She had blossomed into an adult who knew how to take care of herself. The boy talk was something she needed to take into her own hands now.
"Yes, I remember him. The one with the bue eyes." Lisa nodded, raising her own eyebrows in response.
"Stay away from him. And boys like him. They aren't good for you. You saw what you could happen." he said and Lisa nodded, saying silent as to not let her irritation shine through. "I just worry about you, baby girl." Joe placed a kiss on the top of her head.
He left the room to take care of something, something about a strongly worded e-mail to the agency of blah, blah, blah...
Something felt heavy in the pocket of her sweathshurt, making her frown as she reached into her pocket to pick up a piece of paper. The top of it said Jackson, follwed by what she assumed was his phone number.
Hr immediate thought was to throw it away and not think twice about it. Bu a voice nagged in the back of her head, the one that led her through her teenage years, the one that made her excited.
Slowly, Lisa pocketed the piece of paper and vowed to call him. The drunk driving mess of a man he was. Not anything serious. Just to spite her father. A bit of rebellion to show her fathe that if he was going to treat her like a teenager, she was going to act like one.
Don't sweat the small stuff. Dwell on the big stuff.
Author's Note: A slow start for this story. I've been busy the past few days but I wanted to update with something, even just a filler. It will pick up as it ges along and I apologize for the slowness of the beginning!