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Falling in love was not something Jackson Whittemore did. Like, at all. Sure, he had dates, he had sex, but he certainly never had the feeling to make someone breakfast in the morning. He had never thought about someone every second of the day. And he had never felt like he couldn’t breathe when he wasn’t with that person.
But then again, he had never met Isaac.
Jackson never knew why he had chosen this idiot to fall in love with, but there was something about him. It surely wasn’t his fashion sense, or his way with words. Because those were things he sucked at. But maybe it was his curly hair, his piercing eyes, his spectacular jawline. Or MAYBE, it was the overall given fact that he looked like a Greek god.
What Jackson absolutely did not love was how Isaac looked like he was going to blurt out a Shakespearian speech 99% of the time, staring off into the distance, very mysteriously. He did not love that ridiculous cocky smile. Or his sarcasm. He also did not love how enormously tall he was. And how he used that to his advantage. Jackson did not love how he could describe someone in that much detail.
That is because when you looked at Isaac, you just couldn’t stop. It felt like you had to know every twitch of his eye, his every movement, every noise he made and when, what made him angry or sad, what put a smile on his face. You had to be able to predict everything. You just HAD to know him that well. Because Isaac deserved to be known.
Jackson couldn’t remember when he started caring about Isaac this much. It could be when Isaac took in a stray cat and starting loving it as if it were his own child. It could also be the moment when they went bowling and Isaac turned out to be the most competitive person in the world. It could also be when they kissed at a party and Jackson didn’t have to be drunk to do it.
Jackson never wanted to fall in love. Because when you love someone, it hurts big time when they leave. But Jackson didn’t mind if Isaac would hurt him. It would be totally worth it. Totally.