******Destiny's POV******
"You actually did that?" I giggled.
"Yes, I did."
"But you didn't know the girl!"
"Well, her friend wasn't there and I was complimented at how much her friend liked me, so I decided to help her out a bit."
I giggled again. "You're really good with your fans."
"I try." He winked at me.
Jackson and I had been sitting on the roof talking… Well, since he came up here. I t was really cool, being able to just talk to someone.
Jackson checked his watch. "Shit."
"Damn."
"What?" He asked, his confusion in reaction to mine.
I shrugged. "Six, half dozen."
He chuckled. "Come on, I think the party's breaking up soon."
I looked out at the sunset, taking a moment to let the beautiful California sunset make its place in my memory. I wanted to remember this moment- the moment I met the person with whom I would quickly become best friends.
He hopped down and offered his hand to me.
"Do we have to?" God I sounded like a four year old.
"Yes."
"Fine, Dad." I murmured, ignoring his hand as I jumped down.
He groaned. "Please, do NOT remind me that I am old enough to be a father."
"You could be a dad."
He rolled his eyes. "How did you jump off of that while wearing heels?"
I looked at my feet in surprise. What do you know, I was still wearing those God forsaken heels. "I have no idea." He chuckled as I pulled them off before we walked down the stairs.
"Are you always like this?"
"Like what?"
"I'm… Not sure." He laughed, running a hand through his hair.
I watched him, raising an eyebrow. "You do that a lot."
"Be not sure?"
I smacked him lightly before I called the elevator. "Run your hand through your hair."
"You hold onto your necklace a lot."
My hand flew up to my neck as we stepped into the elevator, simply proving his point. I giggled with him, knowing that I did.
"My necklace or my charm bracelet. It depends on the day and the outfit. They're my touchstones- my last reminders of my parents."
I felt Jackson's eyes on me as I studied the pattern of the floor. He grabbed my shoes from me, making me look up at him. He smiled. "A woman never carries her own things."
"Well, aren't we the gentleman." I giggled.
"My parents taught me well."
I smiled at him as we walked back into the party. His parents certainly had done a good job with manners. He had been a complete gentleman the entire time I had been around him. I was about to comment on this when Chrissie spotted me.
"Dezzy! My favorite cousin!" She ran over to us and giggled as she launched herself into my arms.
I blinked. "Hey, Chris."
"Where've you been?"
She reeked of alcohol. "On the roof… Chrissie, have you been drinking?"
"I've only had one beer." She held up three fingers.
Jackson and I traded looks. "Give me your keys?"
"Aww, why?"
"Because I don't want to get into another wreck, now forniscami le vostre chiavi scopanti!" I had a tendency to speak in Italian whenever I got mad, something I had inherited from my dad.
"Dezzy, it's not that big of a deal." She looked scared.
I sighed and put a hand out. "Keys. Now."
She grabbed them out of her pocket and went to put them in my hand, but another hand reached out and grabbed them before I could.
"Hey!"
I looked at Jackson who was spinning the key ring on his pointer finger. "How old are you?"
His eyes connected with mine. I knew I couldn't lie when he was looking at me, so I groaned. "Fifteen."
He winced. "Alright, I'll drive you all home. Ashley will follow me in my car since we were sharing anyway."
"Jackson, you don't have-" I was cut off when he held one finger up to me. He opened his phone, calling who I assumed was Ashley. I looked away as they spoke, searching for Chrissie again in the crowd. She was in the middle of the dance floor with some guy I didn't recognize.
"Alright, meet us outside in fifteen minutes. Thanks, bye." Jackson spoke into the phone. I looked at him.
He smiled slightly. "Can you find Kyler? I'll drive you three back to Chrissie's house."
I nodded and hugged him. "Thank you." I murmured into his neck where I had place my head. I then pulled away and went to find Kyler.
I found him standing by the food table, sipping a beer.
"Kyler!" I said, knocking it out of his hand. "You are too young to drink!"
He simply shrugged and bent down to pick it up, polishing what bit was left. I pulled it out of his hand before dragging him towards the door. Jackson was waiting there, a very wasted Chrissie holding onto his arm and giggling constantly. I giggled at the wary look he was giving her.
"Thank goodness, you found him." I watched him carefully take his arm out of Chrissie's grip, only to have her grab on again. He sighed, letting her hold on. Our eyes connected and I winked at him.
"Alright, so Ashley's got your keys and we're taking Chrissie's car." I confirmed with Jackson.
He nodded. "She'll follow us back to Chrissie's apartment before I drive her home, then I'm heading back to my flat."
I frowned. "Are you sure you want to do all of that driving? I have my permit and a licensed driver over 18 in the car with me."
"Get your ass in that car and shut your mouth." Jackson raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, Dad." I smirked when he groaned.
"Alright." He slid into the driver's side after we had Kyler and Chrissie situated in the back. "I know where I'm going, so no worries."
I winced. "This isn't the first time this has happened, is it."
He knew it wasn't a question, so he simply started the car. I chatted with him lightly on the way home, mainly attempting to let him focus on the road. I stole his cowboy hat at one point, purposely while we were at a main intersection.
"Hey!" He protested, but I held it as far away as the car would allow. He sighed and put his attention back on the road. I giggled in triumph, placing the hat on my head.
The ride was long, and I began to doze against the window, relaxing to Jackson's soft humming along with the quiet radio. The next thing I knew, something was shaking me. I opened my eyes to find Jackson smiling at me.
"What?" I asked as I yawned, stretching as well as I could in a confined space.
He smirked. "You're cute when you sleep."
"Oh, shut it." I pushed him and he laughed. That was when I realized that we weren't moving. I looked up to see the apartment complex where Chrissie stays.
"We're here," he chuckled.
"So we are." I got out of the car and opened the back door to help Chrissie and Ky out.
Jackson helped me get them up to Chrissie's apartment but, much to my amusement, would not get her keys from her back pocket. I grabbed them and unlocked the door, walking inside. Kyler was practically asleep as I dragged him to the couch. I sighed and leaned against the back, facing the hallway that led to the bedroom. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.
A door closed and I opened my eyes to find Jackson standing over me, smiling a little bit. He sat down beside me, allowing me to place my head on his shoulder.
"Hey, we need to talk." He said quietly.
I groaned, leaning completely into him. "I suppose we do."
