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ladymelissaduthe · 4 years

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Challenge #2.5

Aka The Greenhouse RP with Jackson (Night Mode)

a/n: hello, this is probs going to be my last fic for a while but it’s my last deliverable in my pending RPs BJKSNJBDBKSJDKSD

this now is my fav fic so far and I hope you can pick up why AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA (also the secret ™™™ is kind of explored a little more here... hehe) Thank you Bri @jackson-graham for this RP, and for Jackson being the sweetest, most patient person... EVER BJSKDKSJD I LOVE HIM. Okay, I hope you enjoy JKSKJDNKJD (3457 words)

I really love plants.

Plants didn’t hurt your feelings when you ask them if they’re doing okay.

Plants don’t make you cry.

Plants don’t curb your enthusiasm about finding love again. They just mind their own little business and make you smile with how pretty they are.

I wish the plants could give me a hug right now.

Oh gosh I was going to ruin this gown with all the tear stains. Not that anyone was going to see me in it anyway. I’ve been alone in this greenhouse for hours. If I was going to be sad over my hopes getting crushed, might as well be sad in the middle of a beautiful greenhouse in a pretty dress. I liked the quiet here more than being left alone in my room. The sun had set hours ago, leaving the greenhouse to look pretty in the moonlight, and moonlight alone.

It’s been a couple of hours since Arin had brought us back to dock close to the palace. I’m not sure if going back to my room alone was a blessing or a curse. I think that’s when that overwhelming feeling of dread started to loom over me.

No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop the sinking feeling I got when I thought about my date earlier with Arin today. I couldn’t stop myself from letting the tears fall. I bend over the bench and bury my face in my hands. Grammy said that it was okay to cry at the end of a long tiring day.

How could someone be so…

“Missy?”

I hear someone call my name from behind me, it was a soft sound.

I immediately sit up, and look over to find the source of it. Surprised that someone would be here at this time. The greenhouse wasn’t the most well-lit at night, but the moonlight was enough to see who called out my name.

Dark hair, nice brows, warm eyes.

“Jackson,” I say in recognition. This is the first time I’ve heard my voice in hours. It was hoarse. Oh god, if I sounded that bad I must look even worse right now. I push some of my hair behind my shoulder. I didn’t want him, anyone, see me like this. “Hi.”

Hi? Is that all I could really say?

“What happened?” Jackson takes a step closer to the bench I was sitting on, a look of visible concern on his face.

Did I look that miserable?

I reach up to rub my eyes, looking down to my skirt. My gut tells me to keep on crying and just not answer the question. I couldn’t even bring myself to call my Grammy and tell her what happened today. Still, I take a breath, I don’t think I could take another moment of keeping this to myself.

“My date with Arin happened.”

“This bad?” his voice was calm as he approaches and kneels in front of me around my eye level, his hand on the seat of the bench to brace himself.

“It was terrible.” I sigh in frustration as I feel some more tears fall from my eyes. Jackson didn’t look too comfortable kneeling. There was plenty of space on the bench anyway.

I let myself slide down the side bench, making sure that the skirt of my dress took as little space as possible. “Can I offer you a seat?”

It was the least I could for someone who seemed willing to listen to my woes.

There’s a beat before Jackson moves to sit next to me on the bench, his arm resting on the bench, his eyes not once leaving me. His free hand quickly pats the pockets of his jacket over his t-shirt. I watch curiously as he digs into his pocket and brings out a pale blue, cloth napkin. The nice kind, the fancy kind. He was offering it to me.

“It’s no handkerchief, but it’s what I have at the moment.”

I eye the napkin for a moment. It was more than enough. I thought as I took the napkin.

“Thank you.” I give Jackson a small smile of appreciation before I start dabbing my eyes. Thank God I wore waterproof mascara today. I don’t know why I wasn’t smart enough to bring a handkerchief for my tears with me here. I sigh. “I—uh…”

As much as I wanted to air and let out everything that was weighing me down right now, I remembered that Jackson was a family friend of Arin’s. What would Jackson think of me if I started dragging his friend’s name in the mud? What if he told Arin after?

“You can tell me if you’d like.” He tilts his head with a kind gaze. “I won’t… who I am doesn’t matter right now.”

I shlump into the bench, wiping my eyes again with the napkin. Jackson’s been nothing but kind to me, he wouldn’t do that.

“It started out alright,” I try to recount and summarize the date to make the long story short. “but it seemed like there was something bothering him… so I asked if he was alright or if he needed to talk like a normal person would.”

Do you need to get something off your chest? Someone to talk to?

I glance back to Jackson, “and…”

A sardonic chuckle.

Missy, all I need right now is for us to get this date over with. I don’t need a babysitter.

“…he snapped at me.”

“He was angry?” Jackson raises his brows, looking like he was trying to understand the situation.

I blink, shaking my head. “I’m not quite sure but it seemed like he was.”

If there was one thing I learned from that date about Arin, it was that boy had one boulder sized chip on his shoulder.

My hands start fidgeting again. I hate when I did that but it was comforting. I feel for my ring on my right, I look down at my hands. . There was no need for him to be so pointed all the time. “Every time I asked him a question about himself, he seemed off… and he was like… dismissing every suggestion I made after that.”

Are you gonna try to dismiss every single thing I try to suggest to you?

What do you want from me Melissa?

I sigh, feeling another tear fall.

“Oh,” Jackson mumbles. He sighs and glances away. “I don’t think that’s exclusive to you, Missy.” He brings his gaze back to me. “I’ve been hearing a lot of things about his dates.”

I think my concern just multiplied at that last sentence. God, I can’t imagine how the other girls’ dates went.

“The first time we met, you told me that he was kind.” I feel my brows knit remembering how I tried to remind myself that throughout the whole afternoon, every time I felt horrible while talking to Arin.

“I remembered that above all things that happened, but…” I shake my head, my hands fidgeting with each other more now. “… there was nothing kind in what he said to me.”

I watch as a grimace forms on Jackson’s usually calm face, I didn’t mean to drag him into this. He hangs his head for a moment with a sigh.

“I’m so sorry that I was wrong. I didn’t… I didn’t think it would result in this.” He makes a light gesture towards me, looking guilty.

I felt horrible looking at him now, I didn’t mean to make him feel guilty. He meant the best when he told me that. I’ve made this even worse. I feel my eyes water some more at that, tears falling again onto my dress.

“I don’t think anyone would have expected that my date would have resulted in the way it did.” I try to take the blame away from Jackson. He had nothing to do with it. I shut my eyes and try to compose myself. I shouldn’t be blaming anyone else other than myself and Arin. Even with my eyes closed, I feel the tears fall.

“Sorry. You probably think I’m being over dramatic.”

“No, of course not.” He shakes his head. “The last thing you expected was for Arin to be like this.” A deep, deep frown forms on his face. “And you certainly didn’t deserve it.”

“It’s just... Oh gosh, I had a feeling that he had some chip on his shoulder, what with that broken off engagement but—” I stop myself when I look at Jackson, then at my ring.

But Arin had no right to be such an asshole with his broken engagement. I mean… look at me. I’ve tried to stay positive despite the fact that the only person I loved for seven years left me on our wedding day.

I couldn’t say that to Jackson, or anyone here really. What would everyone think if they knew? Not entirely good for my image.

I huff out a breath, feeling my heart get heavy at that. “I’m just… disappointed.”

Disappointed by another man, what’s new? Was it always going to be this way for me?

“I don’t have any more defense for him if it resulted in you disappointed, crying with me. I’m sorry.” The sincerity in Jackson’s voice made me want to cry.

Breathe. I let myself huff out a breath before sobering up, trying to stop myself from crying even more. This was a mess. This was my mess.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” My eyes look down onto the napkin. “I wasn’t expecting anyone else to come here, I mean… I didn’t want to bother anyone with… the crying and all…”

I look back up, eyeing him curiously. “Why are you here? If you don’t mind me asking… of course.”

“I couldn’t find these for a week.” He gestures to the sunglasses hanging from his shirt. “Turns out they were here,” he smiles a bit, “And you’re not bothering me. Not at all.”

A small smile tugs on my lips at that last thing he said.

“Oh, you must have left those when you came here for your mom’s bouquet.” Couldn’t quite believe that was a week ago. Which reminds me… “How’d your mom like the flowers, by the way?”

Jackson’s smile widens a fraction, “She thought they were beautiful. You have quite the talent.”

That was one piece of good news I was happy to hear.

“It was nothing,” I shake my head, clasping my hands together on my lap. “I was just happy to help you out.”

“Can I do something to help you? Right now?”

I can’t believe how genuinely kind Jackson was.

“Well from the way things turned out today… got a time turner with you?” I laugh in frustration, the sad kind. Deep down, a part of me regretted applying for all of this. “I’m pretty sure Arin’s gonna send me home any time soon.”

A quiet chuckle from Jackson, “If he sends you home, he’s going to have to send every Selected home. You’re not alone in this.”

It felt like I was alone though.

I close my eyes at that thought, throwing my head back with a sigh.

“I can’t imagine everyone else’s date going the same way mine did.” I turn to Jackson, managing out a smile for the experience. “This was all fun while it lasted.”

“There wasn’t one good moment? At all?”

“During the date?” I let myself think, trying to grasp for something that I could maybe share with my future children 10 years from now when they ask about this whole experience and my one date with the prince. “Well... he made a boat joke that was... slightly funny. Kind of sad for the two of us but... funny.”

Well, then at least we’re in the same boat.

In more ways than one, I suppose.

That statement was more ironic than Arin probably knew.

Jackson slumps back into the bench a bit with a sigh, his arm still resting on top of its back.

“If slightly funny is the best he can do… It’s at least a start.”

That’s what I thought too.

I slump back against the bench too.

“It wasn’t the best first date experience…” I chuckle to myself, genuinely laughing at a thought “but I barely have the experience for more than one comparison.”

And the memory was still one of the happiest moments of my life.

“Haven’t dated much?” his tone was casual, conversational—breaking my train of thought.

“Just one person.” I reply, giving an explanation I’ve given a hundred times whenever someone asked me what happened between me and Daniel. “Stayed together for a couple of years until... he ended it a few years back. Been on my own since then.”

I clench my right fist. I stopped being angry and sad about him a long time ago.

“I’m not much different.” Jackson says, holding one finger up.

Oh. It was hard to imagine that for Jackson… someone ending things with someone so genuine and kind. Not sure why, but… it was difficult to imagine it.

“You know I was hoping this time it was going to be different. Well, it was definitely different alright.” I manage a self-deprecating laugh.

“Would it be insensitive of me to tell you to not lose all hope yet?”

“The only thing I’ve got left to lose is a little piece of hope.” I don’t even know where that piece of hope came from, but it was there. I sigh, “It wouldn’t be insensitive at all, more comforting really.”

I reach up to wipe my eyes, realizing that I’ve actually stopped crying. I look around, realizing I was sitting in the spot Jackson had told me about the last time we were here together. I had to give it to Jackson’s suggestion, this part of the greenhouse had a great view.

Still a great view couldn’t erase what happened during my date or the impending sense of doom of me leaving. I look over to Jackson, wondering what was going on in his head. Finding me here… when all he was supposed to find were his sunglasses.

“This is going to sound weird but, what’s working in an animal shelter like?” I ask out of the blue, but knowing full well that I wanted to talk about something, anything, other than what happened today.

As I expected, Jackson looks surprised at my question before saying with slightly raised brows. “Honest answer?”

“Sure.” It was nice to not be dismissed every time I asked a question unlike earlier. Sure meant, yes please I needed a normal conversation not about this Selection.

“It’s hard.” He says, his eyes looking forward. “Lots of animals, easy to love, but not easy to see what’s been done to them. Or witness how plenty of them are looked over for other animals.” Suddenly, a small smile lights up his face.

“Still. I love them all, which I can only hope is enough.”

I didn’t quite realize that aspect of working with animals or at a shelter but…

“I’ve always… wondered how those animals could go through what they’ve been through; but still end up loving their owner above it all.” I say before feeling the corners of my lips tilt up, Jackson’s smile infectious. “I’m sure you loving them all is more than enough.”

Jackson then turns to me, “They know when they’re loved and valued. Much like people.”

But even people can’t tell when they’ve stopped being loved.

“Nothing more pure than that.” A thought runs through my mind, one that I thought about earlier during my date with Arin too.

“I suppose the happiest businesses come with a couple of not so happy strings attached, huh?”

Weddings, working at an animal shelter… Work like that always requires a level of generosity, expecting nothing in return other than people’s happiness.

A soft laugh comes from Jackson as he looks down for a moment before looking back up to me, “It only makes you value that happiness more. That way…” he lifts a shoulder, “you know what you’re missing out on.”

I liked conversations like these… the kind where you realize certain things that you weren’t afraid to think out loud.

“I never want to miss out… on the happiness I mean.” I say, shifting to prop my head on my arm up on the back of the bench, but accidentally hitting the arm Jackson was resting on the back of the bench. “Oh, sorry.”

“Oh, it’s my bad.” He says, pulling his arm away, suddenly feeling his hand bump the side of my head.

Ouch. I wince on the impact, not expecting it. I reach up to the spot he bumped.

“Oh jeez, I’m sorry.” he seems to wince too, reaching out to my head. “Did that hurt?”

I shake my head. I was just surprised.

“No, no, it’s alright.” I try to give him a reassuring smile, using my free hand to gently bring down the hand he had reached out to me. “I’m fine. It was just a small bump.”

Jackson still looks concerned despite my reassurance, glancing to my head. “The last thing you needed was someone to hit you on the head after crying.”

Of all things that happened to me today, he was concerned with a little bump.

“It was an accident. Nothing I can’t handle.” I try to laugh it off, looking down to his arm. I had hit his arm first.

I turn his hand over gently, making sure there wasn’t any damage from my end.

“Anyway, I accidentally hit your arm first. Is your arm okay?”

Um…wow, his hand was warm.

He just blinks for a moment, then softening on sight before saying, “Yeah. Yeah it’s… fine.”

“That’s good to hear.” I say before letting go of his hand, and tucking my hands on my lap, shifting forward so I could avoid anymore bumping into him. “Sorry again about that and uh… for crying…”

Jackson takes his back, still staring at me when he replies. “I hope that besides my… violence” he sounds embarrassed about that, “you feel a little better.”

“Well talking to you has helped me a lot.” I wipe my eyes, proving a point. “See? No tears left.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “I hope that lasts. Finding you crying is not something I’d like to make a regular occurrence.”

“Well it’s not gonna happen again if your friend sends me home after today.” I remark, pushing some of my hair behind my shoulder with a sigh.

“Hey,” he says gently and I turn my head to him, “you came to this palace for a wonderful opportunity. It can still turn out to be that way even with some,” he pauses, “obstacles in the way.”

“I can only hope something good can come out of this.” I say before a yawn escapes me. I look back at Jackson, feeling embarrassed at that. “Sorry.”

I suppose crying…. really tired me out.

He maintains his smile, “Would you like me to walk you back? It’s late already.”

I shake my head, knowing full well that Jackson’s done more than enough for me.

“I’d like to walk back to my room alone, if that’s alright. A little time to think after everything that happened today.”

“I understand.” He says nodding before leaning back. “I um… I hope tomorrow is better for you.”

“Thank you… for the talk,” I look down, searching for the napkin Jackson had given me earlier and holding it up. “and this napkin.”

I push myself up and off the bench, careful not to fall despite just wearing flats. “I really needed it.” This time, I feel myself smile brightly. “I’ll hopefully see you around again.”

It was odd how I always bumped into Jackson.

Jackson stands with me and I realize something. He was taller than me when I wasn’t wearing heels. An inch I suppose.

“It was my pleasure, Missy. Hopefully is right,” he says with a soft boyish smile, stepping backwards. “Have a good night, okay?”

“I’ll try to.” I nod once, my smile softening. “Have a good night, Jackson.”

I wave lightly as I take a step back and watch as he makes his way down to the closest exit. I take it as my cue to head to the main exit, but before I leave, I catch him look over his shoulder once, and he smiles over to me—just before he’s fully gone from my sight.

I look up, and thank whoever I could thank for sending Jackson and that conversation my way.

The sinking feeling was gone from my chest.

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theclassiccolleen · 6 years

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Goodbye, 2017!

Note: Bold texts are for those lazy people that do not appreciate this from the heart message HAHAHAHA chz (pero slightly true).

You could be the person that I talk to every single day about the most random things.

You could be the person I used to hang out with but somehow took different paths.

You could be the person that I exchange thousands of memes with but don’t really talk.

You could be the person I sent a wrong message to which resulted to us talking for x days straight.

You could be the person I only talk to when I rant about something.

You could be the person I only talk to because we reply to each other’s stories.

You could be the person from my past that re-entered my life.

You could be the person that opens my eyes to reality.

You could be the person that makes me smile with the simplest gestures.

You ARE a person that made an impact in my life this 2017 (or maybe years ago, God knows how long) and I am very grateful. Whatever relationship we have (had), it does not matter. I am still thankful.

Truth be told, 2017 was not an easy year. It is one of the hardest, if not THE hardest year of my life. I was pushed to my limits (not in a good way) and your presence somehow made this year a little bearable. You have no idea how much it means to me just to think about how I have people like you in my life.

Some of you, I have cut ties with. Maybe because I never apologized, I didn’t accept your apology, or maybe you never gave an apology. Whatever. You still made me happy at some point; we enjoyed each other’s company. You have filled my heart with happiness and the memories will always be there. It took me years to realize this but having hate towards a person does not affect the person as much as it affects ME. I have decided that I don’t want to have THIS hate in my heart anymore. If I did you wrong, I am very sorry. (We could talk about it. Just hit me up.) If you have wronged me (you may or may not be aware that you treated me wrong), you don’t need to apologize anymore; I have forgiven you. Let’s start with a clean slate this 2018?

I want each and every single one of you to know that I appreciate you; that people appreciate you, your character, your presence, everything. People like you matter. If you are feeling down, please talk to someone. Talk to me. I am more than willing to help a friend out. Talk to Him. I swear this helps A LOT.

Some of you may think that this is corny, especially for a person like me who is not THAT showy in real life (some of you will even tease me, I know) but I just want to say that WALA AKONG PAKE KUNG CORNY. I want you know how much you matter. I want you to realize your worth. I want you to know that there’s so much more in life to look forward to.

There’s this quote that says “Chase what makes you happy.” Posting this is my way of chasing you. Luh? Walang kwenta yung sinabi ko. What I’m trying to say is that you guys make me happy. Yieeeeeeeeeee. Yuck. Kadiri. K bye. Jk HAHAHAHA.

Okay. To REALLY end this post, let me share these bible verses:

1 Thessalonians 5:11

Therefore comfort one another, and build up each one the other, even as you also do.

Isaiah 43:2

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, And through the rivers, they will not flow over you. And when you walk through the fire, you will not be burned, And the flame will not consume you.

Joshua 1:9

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and take courage; do not be afraid or dismayed. For Jehovah your God is with you wherever you go.

If you want to open up something (e.g. my behavior you dislike) or maybe ask something personal, please don’t hesitate! I’d like to hear from you too so … you could message me here or message me wherever you want to. Again, thank you for being a part of my 2017. Happy New Year! Here’s to a brighter year ahead of us! I hope you have a fruitful 2018. Take care always. God bless. I love you all (not in a weird, romantic way. Eew).

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