20. A Thousand Stars Part 2
“Is there a reason you blindfolded me at 9PM on a Thursday right before I got in your car?” I asked.
“Are you taking me some place to murder me?”
“If I were, then you’ll find out when I pull over.” He smirked.
“And besides, why would I want to murder a girl I actually like hanging out with?”
“Debt, she knows something she wouldn’t, revenge-“
“None apply here.”
“Or you could be a psychopath and planned the whole thing.”
“Oh totally, I killed a guy last week, and then his girlfriend because she saw me do it.” He teased.
“Mighty unwise of you to take me to the same spot.”
“Who said I was taking you there?” he said as I felt his car slow down and halt to a stop.
“We’re here already?”
“We’re not that far from the city.” He said getting out of the car. He ran to my side so he could open the door and guide me out.
“Can I take off the blindfold?”
“Nope, just take my hand and I’ll guide you.” He said as he began leading me forward. Under my shoes I could feel the surface of gravel and the air around us was fresher than normal.
“Are we in a forest?” I asked.
“Just wait.” We walked for a bit longer, then I was no longer stepping on gravel.
“Okay.” He sighed untying the blindfold. “Here we are.”
As the cloth fell from my eyes, I was standing on a rock overlooking a sky full of stars and a lake with trees all around. The water acted like a mirror, creating an infinite sky.
“Where are we?” I gasped and the beautiful sight.
“Jackson Park.” He replied as he brought us to sit down.
“Of course you’d pick this park of all parks.”
“Actually, I spend a lot of time here; especially at night.”
“Because the park’s closed and there’s nobody here.”
Oh dear god, I’m breaking the rules… again.
“How’d you even get in here without getting caught?” I questioned.
“Same way we went to the Bean, connections.” He chuckled as he sat down on a rock by the edge of the water. I took the seat beside him and leaned on his side.
“The only thing missing is-“ I started, but stopped as he pulled out a small speaker from his pocket. He began to play one of the albums we enjoyed talking about; Ed Sheeran.
‘When your legs don’t work like they used to before…’
“You thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“Well, kind of.” He said leaning his head onto mine. We remained silent, but with one hand in the other for a long time. It was nice, comfortable, beautiful even; I felt really good to be with him like this. When the song ended, that’s when Jack spoke up.
“So are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask?”
“Ask me what?”
“Why you were crying on the phone.”
“I wasn’t crying.” I lied.
“Elsa, your eyes are still red and puffy. Plus you suck at lying.” I looked down to hide my face, but Jack squeezed my hand.
“You still don’t trust me.” He sighed.
“It’s okay. With what I’m labeled with I’m not surprised.”
“I was going to say I wouldn’t have come with you if I didn’t trust you.”
“Actually you came with me so you wouldn’t make a scene in front of Anna… And I want to be here with you. Jack squeezed my hand and stood up.
“I just wanted to ask you something, and I want you to be as honest as possible.” He said facing me.
“Okay… should I be concerned?”
“Maybe.” He pursed his lips.
My blood immediately ran cold and butterflies in my stomach went into a frenzy. Either he was playing a sick joke to hesitate to create suspense, or this question was really serious. Jack took a breath before asking.
“What are we doing?”
That wasn’t expected.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Why are we doing this?”
“We’re hanging out… because we’ve gotten relatively closer.”
“But why are you here with me? Don’t you know who I am?”
“You’re Jack Frost-“
“The guy who killed someone.” That’s when it hit me as to what he was really asking.
“You think I see you how other people see you.” I waited for his answer, but his silence confirmed it.
“Why don’t you?” he questioned. “I don’t scare you for some odd reason, no matter what people say about me I still see you trying to find ways to be with me, even skipping things with your own friends. So my question to you is why?”
I think it was my confusion and offense that made me give such an angry response; angry but truthful.
“Do you not want me to be with you?” I countered.
“Answer the question.” He snapped.
“Fine. Did it ever occur to you that I may actually want to be with you? That I actually care about you? Does it occur to you that maybe I don’t give a shit about what people say because the past is in the past? Why can’t you see that I actually like you, genuinely love the way you are!”
My stomach dropped down to the ground. Did I really just say that?
“I don’t mean…” I trailed because deep inside I knew that was a lie and I’ve been lying for a long time.
Jack said nothing; instead he took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He led me to the edge of the water. In this beautiful moment he held me close, but did not say a word.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. He raised his hand to meet my cheek and brush some hair away.
“Nothing.” He murmured. “Say it again.”
“Say what again?”
“You already know the answer to that.” He looked deep into my eyes. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and my blood pressure slowly begin to rise, but the words he was looking for rose up my throat and escaped from my lips.
“I love you.” I said with utmost sincerity.
Jack leaned in and closed the gap between our lips. Even though he didn’t say it back, I could feel his response in the kiss and that was okay. Like Ed Sheeran said
‘Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your hand on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud.
Darling we found love right where we are…’
Well... That's a record for not posting. Sorry guys, it won't happen again. I had a tiny rough patch, and it's all good now so i can post much sooner. Tell me what you think of this chapter.... because i have LOTS planned for the next chapter. Luv you all!!! Happy Reading ;)