[hr][hr][center][h1][color=868324]Jackson Hunt[/color][/h1][hr][hr]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Dorm Room
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Gianna [@lovely complex]
[b][u]Mood:[/u][/b] Nervous -> Startled -> Surprised -> Concerned -> Calm[/center][hr]
"[b][color=868324]I'm starting to think that I've got a problem, staring at my phone this much,[/color][/b]" Jackson said to himself, as he realized that he had been staring at his cell phone for almost half an hour, hoping that Gianna would text him or call him. "[b][color=868324]I think that at this rate, I'm gonna start growing extra limbs from all this radiation.[/color][/b]" After leaving the party, he had eventually changed from his suit from the party into a simple orange t-shirt and a pair of black athletic shorts. If Gianna wanted to meet up with him tonight, he could go out as is, and if she didn't, then he could easily fall asleep in these clothes, no pajamas needed. [i][color=868324]Saving the earth, one load of laundry at a time,[/color][/i] he thought with a smile, trying not to stress out. Between the absolute mess that was his dorm room, the effects of the party punch, and a possible date with one of the so-called "queens of the school," it was fair to say that he was somewhat more nervous than his average day at Mayweather. Of course, the last thing that he had expected was for Gianna to actually show up at his dorm, and that just so happened to be exactly what she did.

Jackson watched silently as she practically ran into the room with an odd look on her face. He was about to ask what she was doing, until he actually stopped and thought for a moment. [i][color=868324]Okay, so she looks like she was just running for her life, and her back is against my wall. Maybe she's hiding from someone?[/color][/i] As much as the behavior didn't seem to suit her, he felt that he was correct when he heard the footsteps walking down the hallway. Whoever was out there walked with purpose; Jackson couldn't even tell who it was before they were gone. Still, as soon as they passed, Gianna's face went slack with relief. He briefly wondered who someone like Gianna would be hiding from, but he put it in the back of his mind as Gianna began to talk. He could almost feel himself finally exhale as she asked him for her favor. In truth, he wasn't too sure how comfortable he was getting intimate with someone he barely even knew, and they were both drunk anyway. Thinking that it would be the best course of action, he told her all of this. "[b][color=868324]I mean, if that's what you're up for, then I'm up for it too. Besides, I wouldn't doubt that we've both had plenty to drink, so I think I'd prefer to play it safe.[/color][/b]" To be honest, the pace of the night was already wearing away the effects of the punch, slowly but surely. [i][color=868324]Eh, I bet I'll still feel it in the morning.[/color][/i] As he thought this, he couldn't help but analyze everything that he was seeing from Gianna. [i][color=868324]So... this seems odd. Gianna hid from whoever was in the hallway, doesn't want to have sex, and it looks like she's been crying, all in the same night. Something's definitely not right.[/color][/i] He wasn't sure how she had managed to pull such a complete turnaround in the past half hour, but something had obviously shaken her up massively.

A part of him felt like asking her about what had happened, but he imagined that it was either personal or, at least, something that she didn't feel comfortable telling him. Jackson slid over in his bed to make room for the both of them, saying, "[b][color=868324]Well, I would offer you Lucas' bed, but as you can see, it looks like he's taken up a bit of... interesting interior design.[/color][/b]" He gestured to his roommate's side of the room, which was trashed and still missing its mattress. "[b][color=868324]I have to say, the entire lack of a door is a nice touch. After all, privacy and all that is [i]definitely[/i] going out of style. Just you wait, soon we won't even need walls on buildings or passwords on our phones. We'll just slowly devolve back into living in caves or whatever.[/color][/b]" he continued, keeping a constant smile on his face. It was almost like he figured that as long as he kept telling jokes, they could both ignore whatever was bothering her. However, eventually he couldn't think of another way to lighten the mood, and he fell into an awkward silence. [i][color=868324]You know, tonight is definitely making me enjoy silence quite a bit less.[/color][/i] Even he knew that the only way to resolve anything was to face the problem head on. He just didn't know what to say! If he could just have a bit of time to think of what to tell her, he-

[i][color=868324]Well, that was probably the stupidest thing that I've ever thought of,[/color][/i] he thought as he fought the urge to facepalm while setting time to a stop. Sliding out of bed, he began pacing the room, trying to think of what he could possibly tell her. "[b][color=868324]So all I have to do is figure out what could make her feel better, but to do that, I have to know why she's so upset, but to do [i]that,[/i] I have to know what she's thinking! Ugh, I wish I had mind reading superpowers or something! You know what? I'll just wing it.[/color][/b]" He tried to shake his head to clear his mind, with no effect. He crawled back into his own bed, took a deep breath, and resumed time's flow. Looking into Gianna's eyes, he said the first thing that he could think of. "[b][color=868324]If there's one thing that I've learned, it's that nothing lasts forever. It's sort of like falling off of your bike when you're a kid; you scrape your knees, it hurts, and you get back up and try again. Except it happens with the good experiences we have too. Maybe they're just there to show how much we learn from the bad ones.[/color][/b]" Realizing that he was starting to ramble, he cleared his head and continued. "[b][color=868324]Look, my point is, I have no clue what you're going through, and that's fine. Just remember that it will pass, and you'll learn from it, and you'll move on. And moving on might not really mean forgetting. You just need to accept what comes and face it, however you can.[/color][/b]" Turning over onto his back, suddenly exhausted, he said one final thought of his before lack of sleep and all the alcohol he had had put him under.

"[b][color=868324]Because the only other choice we have is to give up, and that's the worst thing that we can do.[/color][/b]"