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I stared at myself up and down in the floor length mirror. I wore a denim skirt with a black sweater over a white lace tank top. This was pretty much the fanciest thing I owned.
"I can't believe you are actually doing this," Miley groaned from my bed. I turned to her. I stayed silent. I wanted to defend myself and Jackson, but then she would know I liked him. So I kept my mouth shut.
"You know you don't have to do this," She said as she set aside the old People's magazine she held in her hands.
"I'm fine Miles, It's one freaking date," I said. miley laughed and rolled her eyes.
"I feel sorry for you," she said, letting out a sigh.
"Why?" I asked as I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Because you're going on a date with my brother," She replied. I opened my mouth to say something but then I heard the doorbell ring.
"That would be Jackson," I said. I felt my heart race up. Suddenly, my legs felt like Jello. I began walking towards the door, slowly, attempting to keep my balance. Once I reached the door I peeled it open. Jackson stood before me, wearing jeans and a baby blue and white button down dress shirt. He looked- good. Different, but good.
"Hey," He said, placing a smile on his lips. I smiled back. We stayed silent for a few awkward seconds before he finally said something.
"So you ready to go?" He asked.
"Yea," I replied.
"Great, Then uh-lets go," He said as he gently placed his hand on my back. His soft touch made my skin tingle through the fabric of my shirt. He lead me to his car, his hand still resting firmly on my back. When we reached his car, he peeled the passenger's side door open and stood their holding it as I got in. Once I was sitting, he slammed it shut, then walked to the drivers side, and got in himself.
The ride to the restaurant was silent, except for the soft rhythm that could barely be heard through the speakers of the radio.
After about fifteen minutes Jackson made a sharp turn into a well lit parking lot. The neon sign by the front door read Allegria. I had heard of this place. Jake Ryan once took Miley here. Jackson soon found a parking place. He pulled his car into the open space then got out, I began getting out myself, but once he came over to my side of the car, he held the door for me with one hand and held my hand with the other. What was Miley talking about? Pervert? Sex-crazed? No way.
Once we were seated the same awkward silence fell over us. The sounds of laughing and talking drowned out all the possible topics of conversation to bring up in my mind. It was up to Jackson now. I nervously picked at the corner of my menu where the plastic was beginning to tare.
"So..." I said not looking up from the torn piece of plastic. I heard Jackson set something down on the table, I assumed it was his menu.
"You look nice," Jackson said then laughed nervously. I laughed nervously back. I could feel my cheeks getting hot again.
"I'm sorry if this is just, way to weird for you," Jackson said as he looked over at me. I gave him a smile then glanced away from him.
"No, it's fine it's just-" I paused to think. What was I thinking right now?
"I- kinda have a lot of things going through my mind right now," I replied. That wasn't to painstakingly obvious that I was falling for him was it?
"Yea- I, um," he stopped and cleared his throat, "I know what you mean," I smiled and nodded.
The rest of the dinner was like this basically. Jackson would say something, I would nod and smile back. I would say something, Jackson would nod and smile back. It was weird. I mean, it wasn't as if Jackson and I hadn't carried out a real and actual conversation before. But now, now it's different. Now I'm falling for him and I don't know why. Know I'm sitting here like the pathetic love struck girl I swore I would never be, stuttering over every word with my hear beating a mile a minute just because Jackson Stewart is sitting across from me.
We were in the car on the way home. The date was over, to my disappointment. That same awkwardness still hung over us. The car was silent except for the slight beat of the radio, like the ride here.
"So, what'd you think?" Jackson finally said as he quickly glanced over at me.
"Well-" I said nodding my head a bit and looking upwards.
"Food, horrible. Service, atrocious. But date, good," I said looking over at him. He smiled and laugh.
"Yea, bad choice in restaurant, I know," I could barely see him tanned cheeks turn red in the shine from the moon.
"You get an A for effort," I said jokingly as I glanced over at him.
"Thanks," he said laughing. I smiled back at him.
"So do you still think I'm the sex obsessed pervert Miley describes me as," He asked, I blushed and looked down at my lap.
"No, definitely not," I told him. He happily nodded as he continued driving. The same awkward silence fell over us again.
"Hey, do you wanna go grab some ice cream or something?" Jackson asked once we were about five minutes away from my house.
"Sure," I said, giving him a curious look.
"I mean, I would have ordered dessert there but, everything was in Italian," I laughed and nodded. It was true. The only thing I understood was alfredo which is what Jackson and I both got.
"I know, I mean, were in California for God's sake, learn to speak english," I said. We both shared a moment of laughter before silence hit us both again. Neither of us said anything until we were back in the car with our ice cream. Jackson sat on the driver's side eating his large brownie sundae with caramel and nuts. And I sat in the passengers seat slowly licking my small, plain vanilla cone.
"You look nice," Jackson suddenly said. I turned to him, eyebrows raised. He began to blush and then looked away.
"Sorry, I meant to say that earlier but it was just to..." He stopped and tried to think of the right word to use.
"Awkward?" I finished for him. He nodded and nervously bit his bottom lip.
"Yea," Jackson said as he took another large spoonful of his sundae.
"You know, why was it so awkward anyways?" I asked him. I don't know why I did. Because the answer is, there is no answer. There was no reason for this "date" to be awkward.
"sexual tension?" Jackson said sarcastically. The car stayed silent for a second before we both burst into spontaneous fits of laughter.
"Oh my God, Miley's right you are a perv," I said as I lightly, and jokingly hit him on the stomach.
"Oh come on, you can't admit that you have the littlest tiniest feeling for me?" I looked at him. Just play it cool. Don't let him know you are head over heals in love with him.
"No, God no," I said pretending like it was the furthest thing from my mind this whole date.
"Not the tiniest," He said, holding up his fingers and pinching them together as far as they would go without the two actually touching. I stared at him for a few seconds before finally answering.
"Okay so maybe the-" But he cut me off before I could get any farther.
"Hah! I knew it," He said loudly.
"Alright, not fair, what about you? Do you have feelings for me?" I asked him curiously. He sat there quietly for a few seconds before finally answering.
"What, are we in fourth grade or something?" I laughed a bit embarrassed. Who was I kidding? He obviously didn't have mutual feeling towards me.
"But honestly," I stopped and turned to look at me, "I really don't know what I'm feeling right now,"
I gave him a weak smile and nodded.
"Yea," I said. Jackson's eyes held me captive as we sat there. Our stares never broke apart. God, If this isn't love, then I obviously have no clue what love is.
"Lily," Jackson said after a few seconds of just staring at each other.
"Yea?" I replied.
"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" He asked. It kept all the control in me for my mouth not to drop open at that very moment.
"Wha-" But suddenly, I was silenced by his lips as they covered mine.
A/N: Thanks again to all who reviewed. This chapter was not one of my bests, I know. lol. But, please review and if you have anything you want me to write about in my Lackson moment then please feel free to tell me!