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[url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=213918336]Jackson’s Outfit[/url]
[COLOR=crimson][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] — Main Street
[color=crimson][b]INTERACTIONS[/b][/color] — [color=wheat]Aaliya[/color] ([sub][@Aewin][/sub])
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[color=silver]Since the day that he had that weird experience, Jackson Drake hadn’t experienced it again. Weird that he didn’t, but maybe it was like a lightswitch: one moment it’s on, then the next it’s off. Since it was currently off, a thought passed through Jackson’s always-empty mind about when it would turn on again. It could be in the next minute, the next hour, or he might not even have another experience for another day or week. It’s really all up in the air at this point, and Jackson wasn’t going to focus on it. 

And that’s why instead of worrying about the ‘what might happen’, Jackson chose to focus on the here and now, and what’s happening is that he’s hungry as a mother fucker. He needs nourishment. Good thing he’s going through Main Street and has a pocket full of loose change. 

Sounds of rolling skateboard wheels on concrete sidewalk ceased as he felt something crunch. Glass was all over the sidewalk. Son of a bitch, I just cleaned the wheels too. Jackson wasn’t liking the start of the day that much.

He held his board in his hand, knowing that riding it meant certain death for his wheels dexterity. Instead, he simply would stroll around Main Street. Maybe there would be something for him to do. Sure he could contribute to cleaning up, but if he was going to do that, the preference would was to do it in the company of someone he didn’t particularly hate. Based on who he saw around, there were a few he didn’t like, a few that he was neutral to, and no one that he —

Oh wait, there [i]is[/i] someone I like. 

Of course there was. Jackson saw her right in front of him. Skin like caramel, eyes like chocolate, and hair he could get lost in. She was just as much his crush as she was his friend. Her parents befriended his parents. As a result, Jackson had befriended her at a young age. Maybe that’s why she didn’t mind him. There were few people who didn’t like Jackson, but she was one of them that never judged him. If anything, she encouraged him to embrace his uniqueness.

Approaching her, Jackson said, “[color=crimson]Princess Aali, fabulous is sheeee~[/color]” Jackson’s voice carried into a sing-along tune, quoting the famous Alladan ‘Prince Ali’ song. Jackson, in the matter of gapping a pace and a half, wrapped his lean arm around Aali’s neck and shoulder, bringing their heads close to a warm half-embrace, a wide, cheek-to-cheek  grin on his face.[/color][/indent]