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[color=FF8200][u]Location:[/u][/color] Main Street → Driving
[color=FF8200][u]Interacting with:[/u][/color] ending [@tanderbolt]; currently no one[/center]

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As Jackson was conversing with Mr. Williams, whose last name he still thanked his lucky stars he could remember, he suddenly was overcome with a wave of... uneasiness, and definitely some lethargy. As he was talking to the man, hed had instinctively placed his hands into the pockets of his pants where, of course, all boys kept their phones. His left hand was unconsciously gripping his phone—something which was not uncommon—but Jackson became aware that the phone had become unusually hot. Feeling somewhat awkward, Jackson interjected in the middle of his conversation.

"Uh, excuse me, sir... I'm feeling a little bit ill. Must be coming down with another cold. Not used to this weather, you see. I'd better be heading on home. Nice talking to you." He gave the man a smile, offered a quick handshake, and hurried back to his old truck. Climbing inside, he let out a sigh of relief and whipped his phone out from his pocket and stared at his phone in shock. The device was nearly hot to the touch, fully charged, and the screen... It was buzzing.

"Oh shit..."

He tossed the phone onto the passenger's seat, afraid it might overheat in his hand (though as an aferthought, the passenger's seat probably wasn't a much better plan B). To his surprise, it immediately stopped buzzing and seemed to not be having a fit anymore. Jackson glared at his phone, a look of distress painted on his face, as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Not again!" he growled. "What the [i]fuck[/i] is going on with me?"

He rubbed his eyes tiredly trying to fight off the spell of tiredness that had begun to overtake him earlier. Jackson knew something was wrong, and he was terrified of what exactly it was. He didn't want to tell anyone... Especially not his parents, and he wasn't sure if he was close enough with anyone in town to entrust them with such a secret. God forbid he gets branded some kind of he-witch in this small town just after he starts to settle in. Still, this was eating at his mind nonstop, and above all, it was the answers he wanted that plagued his mind most. But he knew he wouldn't get an answer, particularly not while having a mild breakdown in his truck. 

With a sigh, he pulled his keys out and started up his truck, headed for home.