Chapter 4- Warm Winter Nights
Krystal's house-
It was snowing late that night and it was definitely freezing cold. Jack never wore winter coats, nor had he owned one. Despite the cold weather he threw on his black leather jacket and headed over to Krystal's around eleven o'clock. Her house was baby blue with white trimmings, the winter snow made it look like a house you would see in a fairytale. The screen door was pinned back by the forceful winds that blew that night.
"Hey," Krystal said greeting Jack at the door, "Come in."
She led him down the hallway into the den. Jack noticed that she was wearing baggie grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. She wore her curly brown-red hair up in a messy bun. He never saw her without her makeup on or gold jewelry. He thought she looked more attractive and real this way rather than the tough demeanor she put on once she left her house.
"Do ya want anythin? I'd offa you a beer but I don't have any," she said grabbing a large multi-colored quilt from a wooden chest.
"No, I'm good," he said sitting down on a Lazy Boy recliner.
"Ok," she said wrapping herself around the quilt and sitting down in front of the huge brick fireplace that lit the room.
"I came over to apologize," he said focusing on the pictures that were perched on the fireplace's mantel.
"For what?" she said rubbing her hands together trying to get warm.
"Bobby," he said leaning back on the recliner.
"You don't apologize for him. If he's sorry, he'd come over here himself."
"I know, but I felt like I shoulda done something."
She didn't say anything instead she poked at the fire with a stick.
"You know, my mom always said you were a good kid," she finally said.
"Your mom was a wonderful woman," Jack said sitting back up.
"She was, wasn't she?" she lightly chuckled, "Your motha was also a wonderful woman."
"Yeah," he said.
"I rememba ya mom would always have to come ova here to talk to mine," Krystal laughed, "Eitha cause I broke somethin of yours, or played a prank on you which made you cry."
"You did break my arm, collar bone, and gave me a slight concussion once," he said laughing with her.
"I know, sorry bout dat."
"No problem. Ma told me it was because you had a secret crush on me," Jack said squeezing his hands tightly hoping she wouldn't take that the wrong way.
She chuckled again and said, "The only reason I played with you was cause I wanted to be near Angel."
He frowned, "Well you got your wish."
"Yeah, well I knew he neva liked me like dat, but now we're real friends, aren't we?" she asked turning back to face him.
"Yeah, of course," he grinned.
"It must be cold over there. I turned the heat off cause dad went back to Brooklyn to minister this mornin. I've been sleepin in here so there was no need to turn the heat on," she said signaling for him to come sit with her.
He got up and hovered over her.
"I don't got cooties, you can sit down with me," she said looking up at him with made her tilt her head way back.
"Ok," he said settling down on the floor.
"I was gunna get a nose bleed if you didn't sit down. Did you grow again?" she laughed.
"No, you probably shrunk," he laughed as she hit him on his leg.
"Ouch," she moaned hitting her hand on a chain he had on his jeans.
"What?" he asked.
"I hit my hand on dat necklace you got on ya jeans," she groaned.
"It's not a necklace," he chuckled.
"What ever. So your still doin that rock thing? " she said pulling the quilt in tighter.
"Yeah, I'm still doin that rock thing," he said fiddling around with the cigarettes in his pocket.
"How that treatin ya?" she asked.
"I haven't done any concerts since the summer. You still playing the piano or violin?"
"Piano yeah, I haven't played the violin since your brothers stole my case one mornin before school. Remember? They took it outta da case and the wind was so strong dat it blew into the street."
"Yeah, and a car crushed it," he said trying not to laugh.
She heard him laugh so she rocked her body over to push him, "Dat was my favorite violin," she said.
"You played it at your father's church right?" Jack asked.
"Yup, every Sunday," she said poking at the fire again.
"See we do have something in common," he shivered as he looked down at the fuzzy red carpet below him.
"Your cold?" she asked extending the quilt to him.
"I'm good," he said rubbing his hands together.
"Get ova here," she said pulling him in to share the warm blanket.
"Thanks," he said.
"Well isn't this a compromisin position?" she giggled trying to shift comfortably against him.
"Better not take advantage of me," he said also trying to adjust himself.
"Hold on," she said sitting in front of him so that he was wrapped around the quilt and she was wrapped around him, "Dat's betta."
"Yeah," he said mutely.
"It is kinda cold in here, should I turn the heat on?" she asked him.
"I'm not cold anymore," he said clasping the quilt around her.
He noticed that she wasn't wearing her usual Glow perfume by J. Lo. Instead she smelled like fresh baked cinnamon rolls that just came out of the oven.
"It's my shampoo, cinnamon vanilla," she said, she could feel his nose gentle rub against her hair.
Feeling a little embarrassed he said, "Sorry, it's making me hungry.
She giggled, "You want me to make you somethin?"
She was way to comfortable laying there so she snuggled into him deeper hinting that she didn't want to get up.
He was also very comfortable, holding her in his arms so he said, "No, I'm fine."
Sorry, this was a fluff piece, I wanted to add this short chapter in becuase it's important to my up comming ones. I know most of you will like it, so enjoy it now becuasein the next chapter you will want to hurtme, badly. R&R thanks!