Redefining What You Knew About Birthdays.

[Logan Smith]

This thread is closed. Only for Jacksonnnn. :)

She had been so caught up with everything around her, she forgot. Which makes you think, ‘How can you forget your own birthday?’ Logan did. She hadn’t meant to, really. But because of all the chills and thrills surrounding the school, it was almost impossible not to forget your own name. I guess that’s how things here at Winterthorne work.

Alone in the cafeteria she sat, a small cupcake with a single candle in front of her. It was kind of weird, she thought, that there was absolutely no one in the cafeteria. Then again, it was a sad hour. 3 _AM. But she wanted to be alone. Well, sort of. There was only one person she wished to share this sort of… belated moment with. But she didn’t know where he was. Hopefully not participating in any more murders. She quickly shoved the thought away.

Logan looked around, as if paranoid about being walked in on. She shouldn’t be, she reasoned. She wasn’t doing anything bad. And the worst that could walk in on her was a ghost. Or a teacher. They’re both equally bad. She pulled subconsciously on strands of her dark hair, still scanning her surroundings. Why was she so uneasy? A feeling of… She didn’t even know the feeling.

She let out a frustrated sigh, feeling ridiculous. She stood up, tugging down her skirt and readjusting her shirt. It was almost like a safety precaution, she reasoned. That’s why she made herself invisible. That was her reason. She just didn’t want to be seen if someone was there with her. Habitually, she tangled her fingers in her scarf, walking quickly around the room, making sure no one was around her.

After about ten minutes of thorough searching, she seated herself bad by her little cupcake, making herself visible again. Logan thought that she may have thought about telling her friends about her birthday. She never told anyone. What was the point? There wasn’t one in her eyes. She shifted slightly, waving a hand over the candle’s wick to light it. It glowed dully, illuminating her soft features. A look of sadness, border lining… loneliness passed over her normally joyful features. God she was pathetic.

"Here's to being fifteen," she muttered before blowing out the candle.

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[jackson sales]

He was sick. Well, maybe not, but he sure as hell felt like it. And it all started at the fucking mall too. Maybe this was all Ezra's fault. Another coughing attack racked his body as he lay on his side. His body had strewn itself into some sort of ball shape. God damn, this sucked. Getting sick never used to be this bad. His immune system was perfect, because of regeneration. Normally when he got sick, it was only for a day. This had gone on longer, Jackson was sure of that. He sighed, clenching at the dry feeling in his throat. He looked around for water, but found that he'd already drank it all.

"Shit," he told the empty room. All he wanted was some tea. And cookies. Or fucking cake. He didn't care, but he needed something. Looking at his cell phone, it told him of a new event. Puzzled, he touched the screen, and a feeling of dread coursed through his veins. You gotta be fucking kidding me. It was Logan's birthday, only he was three hours late in actually wishing it to her. Now feeling like crap, he touched his phone once more, in his mind typing out the words I'm so fucking sorry I forgot your birthday. Jesus. I'll make it up to you babe, I promise. He sent it, now feeling even worse.

Sighing, he decided to end his misery of nothing to drink. He got up, looking at his discarded appearance in the mirror. He was dressed in black sweats and a simple white shirt, nothing extravagant. Putting his cell phone in his pocket, he grabbed another item, it too going into his pocket before jamming his feet into the first two matching shoes by the door and heading out. His goal? Cafeteria.

Jackson was lost in thought when he entered the dark room. He saw a flicker from a candle, but thought nothing of it as he disappeared into the kitchen to make himself some tea. He felt like the biggest asshole, and it didn't help being sick. He started coughing once more, clutching the counter to hold himself upright. Guh, this sucks.

[Logan Smith]

Logan nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt and heard the loud vibration against the tabletop. “Jesus Christ!” she nearly screamed. She clutched her chest in surprise, taking a few moments to regain a normal breathing pattern. She carefully picked up her phone, the screen’s alert reading: 1 New Text Message. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion, quickly going back to the main menu before checking the message. 3:07_AM. Who the fuck would be texting her at this godforsaken hour? She swiftly navigated her way back to the inbox and read the message.

Fr: Jackson<3

I'm so fucking sorry I forgot your birthday. Jesus. I'll make it up to you babe, I promise.

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She wrinkled her nose, rereading the message over and over, making sure she had read it right. “What the…?” she muttered under her breath. She quickly tapped out a reply.

To: Jackson<3

It’s fine, seriously. I forgot, too. I don’t really care. But… Why are you still up? And texting me at 3 AM?
<3 Logan.[/i]

Putting her phone back on the table, she stared at the pastry in front of her, frowning at it slightly. If there were some random stroke of chance that Jackson were still awake and willing to make this whole unnecessary thing up, she’d tell him to get down to the cafeteria right away. But that was before she heard the coughing coming from the kitchen. Instantly, she tensed up, her body completely rigid.

Slowly, she got up, her heart pounding against her chest. Here goes the habitual safety precaution. She hesitantly made her way towards the kitchen, making herself invisible along the way. Her heart began to pound harder with each passing step, so by the time she got to the entryway of the kitchen, she was so sure she was going to pass out. Quietly, she muttered a soft, “Hello?” She couldn’t see in the dark and she didn’t dare show herself to whomever it was that was clutching the counter desperately.

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[jackson sales]

Jesus, where was all the goddamn tea? He shifted around the kitchen, opening every drawer and cupboard he could get his hands on, yet he couldn't find the stupid tea. It made him want to cry. In anger. He sighed, coughing once more. There had to be something wrong with him, he was sure of it. Nothing felt right. It was almost as if the shell of himself was walking around, and he had no control over anything. That was a stupid metaphor, but sick minds never come up with smart things. Idiots.

His phone alerted him to a text message. A twitter was felt in his heart, but he had to tell himself it wasn't Logan, because she would be asleep. Touching his pocket, he smiled. "It's fine, seriously. I forgot, too. I don't really care. But.. Why are you still up? And texting me at 3 AM? <3 Logan". He wanted to laugh, but then he wouldn't be able to breathe. He settled for a reply. Sick. And I'll text you at anytime. =) Jackson sent it without a second though, running a hand through the utter mess atop his head. In a rush to get liquid, he had forgotten about his head. Shit. Now it showed, he really did look like crap.

He started looked around again, before another headache overtook him. He muttered out his frustrations in the form of profanities. It always made him feel better. Damn the things he picked up from Ezra. Leaning against the counter, he started coughing once more. Thinking he was going to die, he clutched the counter once more. This must be worse than death, he told himself. Never in his life had he ever felt so miserable. He groaned softly, hearing the soft footsteps of someone almost afraid to enter the room.

Then, she spoke. His head jerked up, causing him to groan once more. He could recognize her voice anywhere, but his sick mind didn't let him smile. His knees gave out, and he went crashing to the floor. Luckily, it was somewhat controlled, because he was sitting upright. He looked over in the general direction of her voice, not bothering to open his eyes. "Get in here, but don't turn on the light," he croaked.

[Logan Smith]

Logan almost jumped out of her skin when she heard her phone vibrating on the tabletop. Shit. I forgot it. She was pretty sure that it was Jackson that texted her, so she figured she would just read it later. She stepped lightly into the kitchen, as if testing her ground. She didn’t dare speak. She didn’t dare breathe. She might as well have been crawling.

She heard the person mumbled profanities and she could have sworn she knew the voice. She could tell you the voice from anywhere. But she didn’t dare speak. Not yet. The small, cautious greeting seemed like enough in her eyes. She eyed the cautiously, standing completely still. Why the hell would they be down here this late?

Then they fell. She didn’t need much more than that before she was practically rushing to their side. She was still a little cautious, but a lot less than before. “Get in here, but don't turn on the light." Becoming visible, she kneeled down next to him, automatically grabbing his hand. “Oh Jackson,” she muttered, squeezing his hand gently. “What’s wrong? And why can’t I turn on the light?” she asked, slightly puzzled by his odd request. She didn’t wait for a reply. She simply shook her head, placing a kiss on her his forehead. “What’re you doing up so late? And down here, for God’s sake?” she inquired worriedly. She stopped before she asked another question, realizing she was rambling on before he could respond to her.

[[super shitty post, sorry.
my other one got deleted.
D':]]

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[jackson sales]

Being sick wasn't supposed to be this bad, was it? His head felt like it was going to exploded, and hardly and air was getting to his congested lungs. He sucked in a breath, before coughing once more. Ugh. Poor Jackson couldn't win at all. He was probably scaring away Logan too, because of the monster his sick self had become. Wanting tea was a bad mistake. A huge one. He probably wasn't going to classes for the next week now. Shit.

He felt her beside him, squeezing her hand gently when she grasped his. He started coughing again, putting his face into the elbow away from Logan. No use making her feel miserable too, right? "Light hurts," he told her, still keeping his eyes firmly shut. His massively pounding head was killing him. Maybe a trip to the hospital was in order? He could get Ezra to take him, considering the idiot first pointed out to him that he looked like shit at the mall. If he was feeling up to it, he would have texted his best friend...

But, he didn't. All he wanted was some tea. And aspirin. And a nice warm bed. Logan next to him would be nice too, but he wasn't going to push his luck. A soft smiled graced his chapped lips when she kissed his forehead. Not meaning to, he leaned against her, on the verge of falling flat on his back. "Tea," he simply wheezed, focusing on breathing evenly. It worked. "Couldn't sleep," he added, before coughing once more. Ugh, he was going to die, he was sure of it.

[Logan Smith]

Have you ever wondered if the person you’re in love with really loves you? It was a random reoccurring thought for Logan these days and it came to her once again as she stared at Jackson sitting against the cupboard. Does he even care for me? She was big on loyalty and for the past few days she had been thinking about how she could find out if he really did care for her at all. This seemed like a good enough of a time to find out. Time to initiate the plan that may backfire on her.

She nodded in understanding before placing another kiss on his forehead, smoothing his hair back. “Awww,” she cooed softly, “You poor thing.” She frowned slightly, continuing to rake her hand through his hair gently. She had never really seen him this disheveled in a long time, if ever. And because of that, Logan knew he was really sick. “I think you should go to the hospital or something,” she murmured softly.

She nodded again as she carefully leaned Jackson completely against the counter, making sure he was supported against it before she got up slowly. “Hold on,” she murmured, leaning down to place a kiss against his forehead yet again, “I’ll make you tea.” She moved around the kitchen quickly, filling up the kettle she found on the counter with water and setting it on the stove. God… If only there was a way to speed things up… She paused, rolling her eyes are herself.

Logan closed her eyes for a moment to concentrate on her only useful power. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure it had worked. It did. Jackson was still against the cupboard and a small smile crossed her lips as she tried to hurry the water along in boiling. While it was boiling, she rummaged through the upper cabinets, grabbing a cup and a tea bag, setting them aside. Cue unfreeze of time as she poured the water into the cup, carefully bringing it over to Jackson. "Here," she muttered quietly, handing it to him. She smiled gently, smoothing his hair back some more as she kneeled beside him on the floor.

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