--open-- Stargazing

[Jack Kilford]

Jack hadn’t been able to sleep all night, so he decided to take a drive around town. Everyone was asleep, or at least almost everyone. He didn’t see any cars as he was driving by, and he didn’t see anyone walking around either. He looked at the clock on the dashboard of his new pickup truck and sighed. It was two thirty in the morning. No wonder everyone was asleep. He wished he could sleep; the next day was going to be hell for him. Jack was supposed to help his dad on some business stuff tomorrow, and now he was going to be sleepy all day. If he managed to wake up on time, but if he didn’t, his dad was going to be really mad at him.

After driving around aimlessly for fifteen minutes, Jack found himself in the wheat fields. He drove his car in, and parked facing the street. The night was beautiful, and the sky was very clear. He got out of his car, and jumped into the cab of the pickup truck. There, he lay down and watched the stars.

[Jack Kilford]

( SHUSH GIRL! SHUT YOUR LIPS! )
do the helen keller and talk with your hips
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Jack Kilfordhas always gotten whatever he wants from his parent, or at least almost everything. And his life has always been really simple. He has never had to worry about money, not having whatever is ‘in’ at the moment, and not having someone to hang out with. But for every good thing in your life, there’s always a bad thing that accompanies it. He once heard that everything comes with a price. And that is something Jack has always known. The reason he never had to worry about money was because of his parents jobs. They had always worked hard so to make sure that Jack and his older sister never needed anything, in other words they gave their children everything they needed, wanted, and more. A question Jack had heard every time he had tried to bring the subject up with his friends was: “What’s soo bad about that?” Jack never answered that because he thought his friends would make fun of him, and they probably would. But Jack thought the answer was simple. His parents were never around. When he was growing up, Jack had had many nannies, and later on babysitters. His parents only gave to his development by giving him material things. And he didn’t want to seem ungrateful, he was really grateful. Really. But material things didn’t fill the place parents hold in their children’s lives. The only thing his parents expected of him, and his sister probably, was that they take over the family businesses when they get older. So, while Jacks friends worry about college and life after college, he just sits back and relaxes because his future is written out for him. He would go to the nearest college, or university, and then come back and help his dad until he retired. Then Jack would take over, and if he had children, which was expected of him, he would pass on the businesses to his children, and so on, and so forth until the end of time. Jack sighed. He had heard this multiple times, but it always blew his mind. Sure, he liked the town. He loved it, actually. It was his home, and always had been. And while Jack didn’t mind taking over the family businesses it bothered him that his parents didn’t even consider that he had any other options. This small town mindset that his parent had bothered him slightly and sure, Jack was from a small town and he had never left his small town so he knew he had a small tow n mentality too, but it bothered him that he didn’t have any options.

Another thing that Jack had problems with was friendship. He did have friends, and quiet a few to be honest. But there was a price to pay when it came to friendship too. “What is it?”, you may ask. Well, even though Jack had friends, he didn’t know who was a friend with him because of his parent’s money. He didn’t even know if any of his friends were his friends because of him, or if they were only his friends because of what he had. See, he had seen people use other people for material gain, but then again, it was a very small town. Whenever Jack thought of this he figured it happened to everyone with a lot of money. But it the again, he had known everyone of his friends, and every other kid in this town, his whole life. If someone was only his friend because of the things he had he would probably know by now. Right? Jack shook his head. He was probably just being ridiculous. Paranoid, is more like it he thought to himself. It was stupid, really, to think his friends were using him. Or is it? he asked himself, a lot of people keep secrets around here, so anything could be possible. This kind of thinking was pissing him off. Why was he even thinking about this? He was happy with his life. Well, yeah, happy could be used to describe it, but maybe it was more like content. There wasn't anything terribly wrong with his life. Who was he kidding, he had everything, he should be happy. So, why was he picking at the scabs? To get his mind off of these annoying subjects, he pulled his iPhone out of his pocket and placed the earphones in his ear. Soon enough the music was blasting and he felt much, much calmer. There was something about music that made manipulated his emotions. It could make him happy, and it could make him sad. Some times it could make him hyper, and other times it could calm him down. Music helped him in many ways. It was like music could understand him and whatever he was going through. The music, though it wasn’t soft music, paired with the amazing view of the stars had Jack enthralled. It was soo peaceful out there on the wheat fields. Jack wondered why he didn’t come here more often at night. Maybe if he came here more often he could sleep better at night. But then again, it was rather lonely out here.

Just as Jack thought that, he felt more than saw someone’s presence near him. He looked up and saw a girl standing next to the cab of the truck where he was laying. It was Nell Norton. She was the daughter of the owners of the town’s dinner. And she was also in his year at school, but they had never talked before. There were soo few students in the each grade that they had some classes together. He usually saw her at the dinner, where she and her brother helped out. It was like Jack and his sister. They often had to work with their parents and help out in the businesses. Jack took out his earphones and sat up. “Hey, Nell.” He said with a warm smile. Jack didn’t know her very well, but from afar she always seemed like a nice girl. “Yeah, it really is. I love it out here.” he told her truthfully, not hiding the awe in his voice. It was a wonderful place at night, and Jack couldn’t seem to get over the beauty of the stars. It made him seem insignificant, but in a good way. Like there was more to life than he could see, but that at any moment he could discover it. “Do you come here often?” he asked her, as he looked at her. Jack moved over on the cab of the truck to make room for Nell, in case she wanted to sit, and he tapped the space next to him. As soon as he did this he felt self-conscious and looked back up at the stars, trying to think about something to say. He didn’t usually do that, act soo comfortable around someone he barely knew. But then again, he didn’t really act all that comfortable around the people he did know. Jack didn’t get close to people for some reason. It was like he wouldn’t, like there was a wall impeding that. Soon after he did this, he looked at his watch and saw the time. “How come you’re out here soo late?” he asked her. It wasn’t normal for people to be out and about at this time of the night and it was even less so to be out in the wheat fields at this time. But then again, he was out in the wheat fields really late at night, so he couldn’t really judge. Not that he was judging her or anything. At moments like this Jack was grateful that he didn’t speak everything he thought. If he did he would get in trouble all the time.

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TAG !? Nell
WORD COUNT ?! 1,303 0.0
LOCATION !? The Wheat Fields
WEARING !? clickyyy
LYRICS !? don't trust me ;; 30H!3
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0[/center]