"Well if you ever need to talk, I'm here!"
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@jackson-drewhurley
"Well if you ever need to talk, I'm here!"
"Are you alright?"
"Well, think again. Iâm Marie fucking Chapman and thatâs just how I am."
"And what you are is perfectly fine. You're like   "
"Fire."
"Is that okay with me? Yeah, of fucking course thatâs okay with me, of course Iâm up for that.     Yes, Iâm being fucking sarcastic!â
"Wow, I didn't think I could ever hear that much sarcasm and the F bomb being dropped twice in an entire sentence."
"To say iâm not looking forward to tomorrow would be an understatement."
"Aw c'mon it can't be that bad."
How well do you know Logan's little sister?
"Not that well, honestly, wish I could get to know her more you know? She seems really great."
{Pressure} Jogan
With Loganâs head in Jacksonâs chest, the blond boy could hear the other boyâs heart beat, which was extremely relaxing and comforting. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, the constant thump in Jacksonâs chest almost lulling the boy to sleep.
Jacksonâs lips met Loganâs forehead, and smile formed on Loganâs lips. He lived for those small gestures that Jackson did, most of them just mindless things that he didnât even realize he was doing.
Like when they would hold hands, and Jackson would subconsciously run his thumb over Loganâs knuckles. Or when they would watch movies together, he would always make Logan put his head in his lap just so he could run his fingers through his hair throughout the whole movie.
Logan blushed lightly when Jackson told him he was amazing. He sure did that a lot, but Logan didnât mind. It definitely made him feel a bit better about himself.
"Youâre amazing, and while you think about that I gotta pee," Logan looked at the boy with furrowed brows, before shaking his head and laughing along with Jackson.
There was a bathroom in Loganâs room, so Jackson didnât have to go very far. Logan raised his brows at Jacksonâs question, and opened his mouth to speak. But before he could say anything, Jackson stuck his tongue out and closed the door.
Logan giggled to himself, shaking his head. Only a few seconds past, and the bathroom door opened again. âLogie?â He looked up at the nickname.
Why do you have a razor in your bathroom?
His heart dropped to his stomach. How could he be so careless? He racked his mind for an answer, and finally spoke.
"Oh, no real reason." The lie came out so easy. "It was it my lab coat when I brought it home for a wash. Itâs from the office," He didnât miss a beat with the lie, and even closed with a smile, and a reassuring nod. "Donât worry about it."
Jackson nodded at Logan, as he informed him that he had just accidentally left it in his lab coat pocket, and Jackson smiled. "Alright, babe," he grinned wider, as he walked out of the bathroom, and back towards his boyfriend. "I won't," he winked at the blond, and then he sat down next to him on the bed, and went in to kiss him.
He pressed his lips against the males, and smiled. Moving a hand to the back of his neck, he gently laid Logan onto his back as he bent over him, his lips still locked with the blonds. Then for a second, Jackson pulled back, but rested his forehead on Logans', looking him the eyes.
"So, did you think about how amazing you are?" He questioned him with a glint in his eyes, his whole body on fire- he wanted Logan, and he thought for second maybe tonight could be the night. "Because, that's all I ever think about, " Jackson kissed Logan again, "Every second of the day." Another kiss.
With one hand supporting him, he used his other to bring it up to Logan's hair, running his fingers though his blond locks.
"You mean so much to me," Jackson whispered to him, looking deep into his eyes.
"Thanks, I totally didnât think of that."
"Just trying to help!"
"My head hurts and Iâm hungry. Screw hangovers."
"I suggest drinking lots of water."
{Pressure} Jogan
Logan shrugged when Jackson  apologized. It didnât matter that his day had been unproductive, or that it had been a tough day overall, he was just happy Jackson was with him.
You really need to go out and do more things. Logan scrunched up his face. If only Jackson knew. He would go more places if he just wasnât soâŠÂ sad, all the time. Thatâs why he only ever went between the office and his house.
Jackson sat down beside him, and Logan smiled lightly as he pulled his body towards his. The tan boys arms wrapped around his body, and Logan laid his head in his chest, taking in his scent.Â
Vanilla. Jackson always smelled like vanilla, and it was extremely comforting to Logan.
Minutes passed, or maybe it was only seconds. Jackson didn't know, and he didn't care. All that mattered was Logan was with him in his arms, and Jackson could protect him from anything. His breathing was soft, as he sat there holding the blond. He pressed a kiss to the boys head, and he smiled halfway through it.
"You're so amazing, you know that?" He whispered in hushed voice, the comforting silence around them breaking for a moment just so Jackson could ask Logan. Just a second passed. and a familiar tugging in Jackson's lower abdomen manifested itself. Jackson sighed, and then shifted off of Logan, looking at him with a funny glint in his eyes.Â
"You're amazing, and while you think about that I gotta pee," he chuckled to himself as he got off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. He stood there on the other side of the doorway, and then looked at Logan. "You want this open or not?" He spoke with humor, as he raised his eyebrows sexually, but before Logan could reply Jackson stuck his tongue out at the boy and shut the door.
Jackson laughed at himself, and then turned around, beginning to walk to the toilet until a bright shiny object caught his eye. The metallic object rested on the sink counter, and Jackson walked over to look at it. A razor? Why would Logan have a razor in his room? Jackson picked it up, and held the razor in his hand. He lowered his eyebrows at the object and then set it down.
He walked back over to the door and opened it, peaking his head through to look at the boy, "Logie? Why do you have a razor in your bathroom?"
{Pressure} Jogan
Logan sighed heavily as he placed gauze over the fresh slashes he had just created on his hips. His temptation had gotten the best of him, and he caved. He secured the gauze with some medical tape, and pulled his back and gray striped sweater back over his body.
Jackson was on his way over, so that made him feel a bit better. Logan wasnât sure why, but his depression had been getting a lot worse lately. No one knows about his illness yet, heâs just too afraid to tell anyone. Especially Naomi and Rory, because he had been hiding it from them for three years.
The blond boy exited the bathroom, and walked into his room, sitting on his bed. looking up at the ceiling. Why did he have to be so sad? He didnât want it anymore. He didnât-
"Honey, Iâm home." Jacksonâs voice sounded through the house, making a smile form on Loganâs lips. "Iâm in my room!" He called to his boyfriend. He heard the door close, and footsteps toward his room.
Jackson poked his head in the door, and smiled widely at the blonde. âWhatâs up, babe?â The tan boy asked, greeting Logan with a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Nothing really. Naomi and Rory have been gone all day. Itâs been an uneventful day."
The warm atmosphere in the Lisbon household embraced Jackson as soon as he entered. He loved being here, it was one of the most accepting places he cold ever be. Naomi was accepting of him and Logan, and Aurora was just the cutest little sister ever. When Logan called out to him, Jackson grinned widely and raced up the stairs to his boyfriends room. Once he got to the door, he peaked his head in and smiled.
"Whats up, babe?" And then he walked in gave a quick kiss to Logan. He listened to Logan speak for a second, and then he chuckled. Whenever he was around Logan, he just felt better- alive. He smiled, and then looked at Logan, biting his bottom lip.
"Well, I'm sorry your day was unproductive," he chuckled again, "You really need to go out and do more things." Then Jackson pulled the boys body towards him, holding him against his own body. "Or not, what ever makes you happy, like letting me hold you, right?"
Jackson chuckled softly, enjoying having Logan in his arms.
{Pressure} Jogan
Jackson slipped on his pretied shoes, and stood up from his twin sized bed. He walked over to his coat hanger by his bedroom door, and grabbed a size too large black crewneck. He pulled the article of clothing over his body, and then left his room.
"Going to Logan's for the night!" Jackson yelled out as he rushed to the front door, and just before he exited his apartment he heard Annabelle yell out an alright. He escaped into the night and was set on headed for Logan's house. Fire ignited through Jackson's whole body, as he ran down the streets of Hillsboro to his boyfriends.
He knew he didn't have that longer to run as he passed the train tracks just aside the corner of Logans street. He turned onto his boyfriends street, and soon enough, he was in front of the blondes house.Â
Jackson grinned as he grabbed the doorknob to the front door and welcomed himself in.
"Honey, I'm home."
How often do you use your powers?
"Not that much, to be honest."
"Just three more days of school. I can do this. I think I can, I think I can."
"It doesn't even feel like schools almost over; but it does feel like I'm failing everything."
{Don't Look Now, I'm Being Followed. Act Normal} Jogan
The hunterâs screams filled the air, boils covering their skin. They all writhed on the floor, struggling to breathe. Logan crawled further away from the horrifying scene, his back hitting a tree.
He shuttered as the final hunter dropped dead, their skin torn, muscles and blood exposed. He gasped lightly when Jackson himself dropped to the floor.
He watched as he gasped for air, clutching the grass beneath him. At this point, Logan didnât know what to think. He had known Jackson was a witch, but he didnât know what his powers were. Now he knew they were deadly.
When Jackson spoke, it didnât sound like his voice. He sounded tired, like he had just woken up from a long sleep. Logan let out a shaky breath, and looked around at the scene around him.
Three hunters, humans, laid there, lifeless. Logan looked at Jackson with wide eyes. âWhat did you do?â He said, his voice small. âThey- Theyâre dead, Jackson.â
Out of the corner of his eyes, Jackson saw Logan looking at him in- Terror? Jackson let out a soft breath, and looked down at the dirt beneath him, Logan's voice fading in and out. Jackson killed the hunters, that was for sure, but he did  it to protect Logan.
They tried to separate them.
"I-I know," the brunets voice sounded off, and he could hear a slight crack in his words. His muscles continued to ache, and Jackson thought then and there that maybe Logan hated him. He did just kill three hunters on the spot, but he did it for them.
Jackson pulled himself off the ground, his head swimming. All of his energy was drained, and he wished he could just go to sleep and rest. "I-I had to save you, they tried to take you- I."
His voice trailed off, and for once he didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry?"
Have you met Logan's family yet?
"Yes! I have met his family! Hell, I see half of his family every day! Oh Naomi."
{Don't Look Now, I'm Being Followed. Act Normal} Jogan
Get them.
The hunterâs words echoed in his mind, and everything around him started to move in slow motion. He gripped Jacksonâs hand with extreme force, beginning to shake as three of the hunters advanced towards them.
"Jackson!" He shrieked, as two of the hunters began pulling at Jackson. "No!" He struggled against the hunter that grabbed him. He could feel his fingers slipping from Jacksonâs grip, and he let out a sob. "Let me go!" He yelled, trying to elbow the hunter that had a grip on him.
Logan let out a scream when Jacksonâs hand slipped out of his, and the other boy was on the floor. The hunter saw his advantage, now that Loganâs other hand was free, and grabbed his other arm, pulling him further away from Jackson with extreme force. Tears were rushing down the blonde boys face, and his mind was spinning. What was he supposed to do? Make them go to sleep? What if they killed Jackson?
Suddenly, Logan dropped the ground with a thump. He looked around, confused. He turned to the hunter that had apprehended him, and his eyes widened. He was now covered in blistering red patches, which was itching at furiously.
He looked over to Jackson, who looked extremely different; scary, almost. Logan gasped when he noticed the boyâs eyes glowing a bright white, starring down the ring leader of the hunters.
No one touches my boyfriend.
Jacksonâs voice was much deeper now. Was he even the same person anymore? Logan didnât know; his whole body shook with fear, slowly backing away from the horrifying scene.
"J- Jackson?" He spoke weakly, The tan boyâs eyes glowed brighter, the main hunter trembling in front of Jackson. What was he going to do?
All noise around the tall brunet started to fuzz out. Jackson kept his eyes locked onto the leader of the hunters, and then smiled a little, barely tilting his head to his right side. The red patches on every hunters skin got larger, and hives started to form on the skin too. He swear he heard someone say his name, but he wasn't paying attention. He was focusing all of his energy to kill these men.
He held out his hand, palm up, and started to close his hand into a fist. The leader looked at him in horror, and then looked down at his skin, which boils were now appearing all over himself and the others.
"Oops," Jackson spoke with no emotion, a smile hanging off his lips. Now, all he needed to do was..Â
One by one, each of the hunters grabbed their necks, gasping for air. Every inch of skin was red, covered in boils and hives. It was pretty gruesome, but they tried to take Logan away from him. They deserved it.
Jackson brought his arm back to his side, and grinned. Eyes still looking at the leader, he noticed his eyes turn glossy, and then they all dropped to the floor. Once he knew they were all dead, Jackson gasped and then fell to the floor himself.
His muscles ached, and he felt like he was going to pass out. He grasped the grass beneath his hands, dirt beneath his finger nails, and he looked up to find Logan.Â
"L-Logan?" His voice was raspy, god he was so tired.