Chapter Eleven - Don't Speak

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"Daniel, you know I'm not going to say yes." I murmured as Daniel walked into the granny flat. I walked away from the easel, the picture of Jackson was coming along so well that I was afraid for people to see it.

"I'm not going to ask you on a date." He said with a smile.

"You're not?"

"Not explicitly."

"Big word... you steal that from the warning label of a porn movie?"

"No." he scoffed, although I didn't entirely believe him. "I just thought we could hang out, together... without Jackson."

"You're really not going to give up huh?" I replied.

"Nope." Daniel smiled. "Maybe we'd have fun."

"I don't think we share the same idea of fun Daniel." I replied walking over to the sink. I poured myself a glass of water and took a sip.

"How does bowling and checking out my Mom's vinyl collection sound?" He replied, surprising me. It sounded almost tolerable.

"Actually kind of cool."

"So that's a yes?"

I looked at Daniel for a while, trying to work out if he was being genuine, or if this was just another sly attempt at making me concede to his 'charms'. Against my better judgement I leaned against the sink and sighed.  "Yes."

"Really?" Daniel said, sounding kind of shocked.

"But it's not a date Daniel. We're friends." I exclaimed. "That isn't going to change."

Daniel smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, I have given up on trying to get you to date me. I really have. Besides we were always better friends."

"I'm glad you agree."

Daniel walked over to the door. "So tonight, 7pm?"

"Sounds good."

"It's not a date then."

"No it isn't... see you then."

Daniel left and I walked back to my painting. I focused on Jackson's eyes, his perfect intense stare that made me breathless and speechless at the same time. Painting this picture wasn't enough. I knew that now, ever since he had kissed me a switch had been flicked on. I realized was able to open up to him because we connected, and not just on the level we had once before, but on a deeper level. One that maybe even belonged in the realms of love. Then today in the milk shop, being that way with him, touching him, it had felt natural because I wanted it to be. I was going to tell him, tonight after hanging out with Daniel. Lay it all out, let him know that I didn't want to take back that kiss.

That amazing, blinding kiss.

I covered the painting and left the room around 3pm. Scarlett was in the office and called me in as I walked by.

"Have you seen Jackson this afternoon?" She murmured placing her guitar down.

"No, I haven't seen him since this morning." I replied.

"He's a little down. He came home in a rotten mood."

So his date went sour.

"I'll go see if he's okay." I smiled.

"Would you? He tends to clam up about certain things, and you guys seem to have really hit it off."

I stood up and nodded.

I walked up stairs not thinking much of it, and knocked on Jackson's door. "Go away." He replied.

"Jackson it's me."

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