After making a stop at my house to get changed, Jackson and I headed out to go on this roadtrip that I had thought was some amazing idea. 

The trees flew by outside of Jackson's car, the quiet hum of the tires on pavement and some radio station playing in the background gave off a serene and peaceful atmosphere. I sighed as I leaned my head against the window. The two of us were silent, however, it was a comfortable silence, one that was simply between two best friends who didn't need to speak to understand one another.

I turned to him, sitting up in the passenger seat, opening my mouth to talk but deciding against the idea. Snapping my mouth shut, my teeth clicked lightly against one another. Instead of allowing my voice to ring out in the silence of the moment, I froze in place and opted to stare at him, his perfect hair, perfect face, perfect everything. Nobody seemed to match up to him in any way and suddenly I felt like an insignificant bug just waiting to get squashed underfoot. I blinked several times and turned my chocolate eyes to my brown boots. Scrunching my eyebrows together, a frown found itself a place on my pale lips. 

Why did Jackson even stay around me? We were so different and I only seemed to get in his way when he wanted to do something. We were complete opposites, our qualities so unalike that it was a wonder we could even be in the same room together. But that wasn't the case, we couldn't be separated and for some reason I still couldn't understand why, couldn't grasp onto the exact reason of it all.

I absentmindedly tapped my boots against the floorboards as poisonous thoughts began to consume my mind. They wandered to all of the girls that he's ever left standing alone with tears streaming down their faces screaming that they loved him. But he never loved them back, not once. Jackson was a rolling thunderstorm paired with a tornado or even a hurricane that ripped up everything in its path with no remorse. He could "fall asleep" talking on the phone with one girl but be texting four others at the same time. All the while he listened to the girl's steady breathing on the other line while she thought that he loved her. He could tell one girl that they meant the world to him and then turn around and say the exact same thing to the next girl in li