nicholas sparks couldn't write this | theo & jackson (closed)
Theo hadn't been back in Oxford for very long. His first order of business had been a home cooked meal courtesy of Nana Salerno and a good old fashioned noogie from one Henry Bertinelli. The next order of business (after he finally managed to get out of his mother and grandmother and sister's clutches) was to get settled into a more permanent residence other than the downstairs futon in his childhood home that had worked previously when Theo came home for occasional weekends. The third order -- perhaps the most simplest of all -- was snagging that job his brother had so graciously offered him at the auto body shop. After a week, it was a little bit like Theo had never left Oxford in the first place. But he had left. In fact, he'd been gone for close to ten years. People had moved away, new people had moved in, locations had changed and some had stayed the same. The Belfronts were still the talk of the town and by the looks of it, some had even started to reproduce. Amazing. But his most favorite Belfront had always come in the form of Jackson Foster. They hadn't necessarily been close over the years despite the minor age difference and the slight crush he had always had on his twin sister, but Jackson had been a slice of home for Theo when they had met up in Germany -- briefly stationed together overseas. After the two had gotten to talking, things had skyrocketed from there. Jackson was a great guy, an even better friend, and most importantly his guns were fantastic so it was really just a great pairing altogether. Bonding over football and video games and the occasional night out on the town serving as wingmen for hot foreign chicks, befriending Jackson had definitely been a pretty good idea. Better late than never, right? So, that brought him to his very next order of business; finding Jackson Foster. He'd run into plenty of Belfronts already (Toby had given him a weird sort of standoffish look when he had asked him about his cousin), but after running into a drunk Claire at a bar, she informed him that he had moved back into his apartment and to wait until dusk to visit him. And then she promptly pinched his butt and gave him a salute and said "Thanks, sailor!" That was about as much as he could deal with that night. The next night, however, Theo found himself knocking on his apartment door around 7:30 with a case of foreign beer that they had enjoyed together back in Germany and a small, dimply grin on his face. He briefly wondered if there was a vampire living in his apartment building, because it kind of smelled like a fanger, but he shrugged it off. The whole town sort of smelled like vamp at this point, Theo had gotten used to it.
