AN: So I was planning on posting this…uh, never. Well, not literally, because I'm not that hateful. I just wasn't making it my first priority. I got a fairly rude review first thing in my inbox when I came home from vacation. Then I received such a nice one I couldn't help but write. So you can all thank blueSKIES247 for this update, 'cause she's awesome.
don't forget
"Jackson, get your ass over here!" A black haired seemingly, Hispanic girl waved at him, practically standing on top of her seat.
He pushed his way through the crowd and smiled at her, "Jesus Christ, Mikayla, keep it in your pants, will you?"
She snorted at him, pushing a curl behind her ear. "I'll try," She sniped sarcastically.
"You know you want me," He quipped back, with a little smirk.
"Only in your dreams," She rolled her eyes, looking towards the stage. He stood there, admiring her profile. Her brown eyes, her full lips, her shimmery skin.
In his dreams, indeed.
"Who's playing tonight?" He asked loudly, over the crowd. The Five and Dime was usually empty besides the two of them and Cooper, the bartender. It was one of the reasons they got away with drinking underage, because no-one was ever there to see them.
"I don't know," She mumbled, pressing her beer to her lips. "From what I gather from Cooper quote 'some hot girl'."
Jackson cracked a smile at his friend, who was currently fixing a drink for a heavily tattooed woman in a halter top. That sounded like him alright. "How helpful," He raised his eyebrows.
"I know, right?" She laughed, and he felt his heart speed up. Damn it, he cursed himself. It's not like he meant to fall in love with his best friend. It had just sort of…happened. Just like he'd happened. The son of Aaron Rose and Jenny Humphrey, the most unlikely combination in the book. And if his parents were proof odd pairs worked, why couldn't he and Mikayla?
"Hey, Mickey," He started.
"Ssh," She mumbled, holding a hand to him, and staring at the brunette girl walking on to stage. "It's starting."
"Yeah," He mumbled, looking down into his drink.
"Ladies and gentleman, please welcome Miss Mitchie Torres!" The crowd applauded and the pale girl on stage smiled. She had a huge, almost obnoxiously big smile. Or so Jackson thought.
"Hi," She said excitedly. "This song is called…well, um, I guess I'll play it first and then tell you." She went to grab the microphone but accidentally knocked over the stand instead. "Oops…one second." She picked it up, blushing bright red.
Looks like someone's new to showbiz.
She opened her mouth, and then it came,
"Did you forget,
That I was even alive?
Did you forget,
Everything we ever had?
Did you forget?
Did you forget…
About me?"
AN: I know it's short but it's a little bit of a filler chapter to get to more of the good stuff. And to introduce the Brooklyn scene.
