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	It had been so long since Jackson saw her. He was getting nervous. Even by rapidly knocking on the door and continuously ringing the doorbell, there was a thought that Ash might not be too happy with him. The thought of her scolding him for making such a racket brought a smile to Jackson’s face. For as much as he didn’t like when she would talk to him like a child, which was within reason, sure, but it would be worth it just to see her face again. In his mind, just seeing Ash’s face again after all of this time would be worth getting yelled at by here.

	When the door opened, Jackson took a step back. When she would see him, he didn’t want to be leaning over or anything, not especially since he actually dressed up somewhat for this day. In the [url=http://static.socialitelife.com/uploads/2012/10/25/Evan-Peters-Various-Sightings-10252012-07-435x580.jpg]outfit[/url] that he decided to put  on, which was a steel blue undershirt, a maroon, button-up long sleeve, dark blue jeans, and hazelnut-colored shoes. Unlike what he usually wore, this was fairly upscale for Jackson. So of course, when that door opened, he wanted to have a firm and presentable appearance. It’s not every day that you get to see the love of your life after seemingly not being able to see them ever again.

	Of course, such was life, when that door opened, Jackson’s wide, idiotic grin was replaced by a confused expression. His mouth slightly open, eyes staring blankly at the man that stood before him. Presence powerful. Confident. He looked at Jackson with what seemed like a disgusted, superior look, only something that could be backed up by the way he held his vertical form. Who was this guy? Jackson didn’t know. Who was this guy? The man in front of the Drake male probably asked himself. 

	It took a moment for Jackson to register what was happening. No Ash. No long-lost reunion. There would be no scolding for causing a ruckus, no hug and possible kiss after the fact. There would be no “what are you doing here?” from Ash, or no “I’m here to stay babe,” from Jackson. There would be no heartfelt reunion of any sort. 

	And now Jackson was aware. He looked at the male. He had a couple of inches above Jackson. The male was fairly lean, slightly more muscular than he was. He seemed to have hair color similar to Jackson, if only slightly less blonde and more in the reddish-brown neighborhood. He didn’t know who this guy was, but Jackson raised an eyebrow. 

	Jackson didn’t answer right away. He spent about a minute of scratching his head, looking back at Adielle who was as confused as he was.  Jackson worded his lips to Adielle. “What do I do?” his lips would read. Maybe he got the wrong house. Adielle didn’t lip nothing back, just gesturing him towards the man. Jackson took that as just do whatever. Still, Jackson wasn’t sure what to say.

	Jackson’s head was turned back to the male’s direction, who was still looking at him, arms crossed, possibly more annoyed than what he seemed to be. [color=crimson]“Okay, so this is a little awkward.”[/color] Jackson started, rubbing the upper portion of his back. [color=crimson]“No, I’m not settling anything, but I’m kind of looking for someone.”[/color] Kind of? No, not entirely true. [color=crimson]“All right, no not kind of - I’m entirely looking for someone.”[/color] he continued, [color=crimson]“it’s been a while since I seen her; like, I think it’s been five years almost. It was a camp not too far from LA called Camp Liberty, and I’m not even sure if she lives here, but I have a feeling she does.”[/color] Jackson was rambling. [color=crimson]“She has a first name that she doesn’t quite like. She told me that once. She said that it was a reminder of her wealth and that she liked a much similar nickname. It didn’t make her sound prudish or uptight.”[/color] Jackson smiled while speaking.  

	The more he was talking about Ash, the more that he realized that he missed her.  He missed the way that she would scold him after every reckless or just plain stupid. He missed the way she would brush off his feelings, or how much he loved her, or even how he claimed that he would [I]romance the fuck out of her[/I]. 

	Thinking about that specifically, Jackson remembered how she thought he was kidding, but when he won the race - albeit by a very small marigin - she finally got to know Jackson more than she did. She didn’t get to know the reckless buffoon that had too much energy for his own good. She didn’t get to know the impulsive hothead of the Red Team of Camp Liberty. She didn’t get to know that Jackson because she already knew him. The one that Ash got to know more was the sweet Jackson. She got to know the Jackson that was romantic, that was attentive. She got to know the Jackson that was a sweetheart, and from then on, their relationship changed. From then on, Jackson liked to think that she saw him in a different light.

	And Jackson realized he was quiet for almost three minutes. [color=crimson]“My bad, I forgot to complete what I was going to say.”[/color] Jackson laughed it off. [color=crimson]“Anyways, like I said in the beginning, the person I’m looking for is someone that might just hate her family wealth, but I don’t know man, she’s one of the best women I’ve known. I still remember the first kiss we shared. Talk about an unforgettable moment.”[/color] JAckson was being reminiscent  again. [color=crimson]“Hell, I don’t know if Ash would even remember that moment in the infirmary even if I were to write it down in great detail.”[/color] Jackson scratched his head, now doubting even coming here in the first place. He even began to walk away.