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[color=e32636][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] — The Open Road

[color=a71622][b]INTERACTIONS[/b][/color] — Himself

[color=7a1033][b]TIME[/b][/color] — Time to get the hell out of dodge

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	As Jackson sat at the bar, pounding shot after shot of patron, he began to think about how everything since this day began was total and utter shit. Everything from when he woke up to when he made the decision to pick up Summer, and bring her to the party. He might feel some type of way for her, but it didn’t change things that because he ignored Bro Code, and went with where his heart(or dick in this case) led him, he lost his best friend. Not only that, but he made matters worse for himself when he went to go follow Eve, and air his grievances to her. After all of that, he was left with nothing. No best friend. No Summer beside him. No one checking to see if he was doing okay or not. There was no one. The only person that seemed to give a crap about him right now was good old Patron. Whenever he was down and out, Jackson Drake knew he could count on his Mexican buddy.

	“[color=e32636]Might as well as indulge, right old buddy?[/color]” Jackson raised his shot glass, and downed the fifth shot in three minutes. Jackson felt that was enough. Not because he didn’t want to keep drinking, but simply because he was ready to leave this dump of a party. 

	The blonde teen got up from his seat, but he lost his footing, and fell face-first to the sand. He struggled to get back up, but after a few tries [of falling face-first again], Jackson finally got to his feet. In slow steps, Jackson Drake made his way through the only path that led to where everyone’s cars were parked: a trek through the woods. So, pretty much Jackson was going back the way he came when he was talking to Eve. Wonderful. 

	The trek took a little longer than usual. Honestly, Jackson didn’t get to his father’s car for what seemed like forever. He didn’t bother looking at his phone. He didn’t bother doing anything aside from getting inside the [url=http://momentcar.com/images/ford-mustang-2006-3.jpg]2005 Black Ford Mustang[/url]. As he got into the driver’s seat, JAckson sat there for a few moments, struggling to get the keys into the ignition. On some level Jackson knew that he shouldn’t be driving. Hell, maybe if he hadn’t pounded those last shots, he would be aware enough of his own state of how drunk he was, and that he was in no shape to drive. But, seeing as how he was in a give-no-fucks state of mind, Jackson was going to drive.

	“[color=e32636]Finally![/color]” Jackson said. 

	The keys were finally in the ignition. He turned them, and the engine of his father’s Mustang revved up loudly. It did not know about its driver’s condition. It only knew that rubber was about to flare as Jackson pealed out of the parking lot as soon as it had alerted anyone who was also getting into their respective vehicle. It wasn’t long until Jackson was out of the parking lot, He had hit the open road as the mustang went from 0-60 in less than seven second, a  trail of smoke following him. 

	JAckson was surprisingly keeping it steady at the speed he was going. Five minutes he had been driving, and so far so good. Even with his injuries, Jackson was still able to maintain focus on the road. Though, that wouldn’t last long as he turned on the radio. He didn’t have a feeling for any specific station, so he just left it on the one that it was last on. Just his luck that it was on a station that Jackson and Rhett both loved to death. If that wasn’t enough, but the one song that both of them loved above all was playing. It had just started.

	“[color=e32636]You’re kidding me?![/color] Fucking hells!” Jackson raged.

	Of all songs that could have been playing, it had to be The Blowjob Song by Blink-182. What kind of twisted, ironic sense of humor did fate have tonight? First it tested Jackson’s loyalties by tempting him with Summer, to which he failed. Then a fight of words with both Rex and Eve. Again, he lost both of those fights. Now, it was trying to pour salt to the wound. Seriously, what kind of shit night was this? It was like Jackson was meant to laugh a this whole thing with a sorrow, rage-filled laugh. 

	He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel right now. Maybe both? Who knew? Jackson sure didn’t. Only thing he knew was that this night was going to get worse before it was going to get better. Oh well. Jackson was going to ride it out. 

	Jackson sang along to the song that had just came on, and he found himself feeling all sorts of emotions. He was laughing because it was a fucking song about blowjobs in general, but he also found himself crying manly tears because, well, it reminded him of how much life sucked for him right now. He had such high hopes for this night, and now it was fucked because of what he did. This song wasn’t doing anything to help him. And thus we arrive at the reason why Jackson was starting to get livid. 

	Yeah he’s all over the place tonight.

	The song was over, but the emotions remained. More to the point, Jackson felt like he had to do something now. So, he reached for his phone. When he did, he swerved. Jackson caught that, and he made sure the car was back to going straight. He had his phone in his hand. He knew what he was going to do. But, as he went through his phone, Jackson’s eyes weren’t solely fixated on the road. Considering how dark it was tonight, he needed to focus. It didn’t help that Jackson’s vision was blurry because of the amount of alcohol in his system. He was also physically fatigued. Yup, not a good combination at all.

	“[color=e32636]Alright, there it is.[/color]” Jackson said. He found the contact he was searching for. He pressed the green phone icon. It started ringing. Jackson waited and waited and waited. He didn’t get an answer. He thought he did when he heard the voice of the contact, but it was a voicemail. Jackson would leave a message regardless. He said:

	“[color=e32636]Hey, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me. Hell, I know that after tonight, there isn’t going to be any chance of anything happening further between us. I know that now. I don’t even know why I’m leaving you this message, but just know I’ll do everything I can to fix it. I don’t care what I have to do. You mean so much to me. I won’t give up on--[/color]”

	And suddenly there was complete silence. Jackson was cut off. He looked around, and everything was spinning. Why was everything spinning? More to the point, why did Jackson see the road from an above angle? “[color=e32636]What?[/color]” JAckson was disarrayed. Before he could ask anymore questions, it all became clear to him. Too bad it was too late because the mustang had came crashing down as it smashed on the side of teh road roof-first, with Jackson’s neck whiplashing. As a result, the blonde teen lost his consciousness, his phone still in hand. 

	Amid all of what was happening, whoever the message was for would have heard all of the commotion going on in the background.

	And end call. Now there was silence. 

	Nothing but bloody silence.