Three days. It's been three days of no TV, no phone, no books, no school, but most of all just straight up Jesse. He comes over everyday, sometimes even before I wake up and leaves right after it gets dark. He told my mom it was just to make sure I was safe with my concussion and all but it seems she saw right through his little white lie, honestly I don't really know why he's here or why he'd want to be with me on his 'days off' as he puts it.

"Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree!" he sings as he waltzes into the family room with a tray of fruit which I quickly grab from his arms.
"You do realize it's almost summer right?" I remark staring at him before plopping a grape in my mouth.
"Exactly," he shrugs, "Christmas in July," he remarks in a 'duh' tone.
"Then I hope you know I'm expecting a present," I grin at him and he smirks.
"And I'm expecting a mistletoe," his grin widens as I feel a flaming blush crawl onto my face before I smirk as well.
"What so I can poison you with it," I laugh and his jaw drops in offense.
"You are such a buzz kill," he huffs before grabbing the deck of cards by us and presumably shuffles them.

"So we've played Speed for about ten million hours can we please play something else?" he whines while pouting making a smile dance along my lips.
"Oh but I don't remember playing Speed at all, must be the darn concussion I guess we'll have to play another ten million hours," I shrug and lean back with a smirk.
"Not funny," he remarks dryly with a small glare before turning back to the cards and dealing me some, "We're playing go fish," he confirms and I roll my eyes as I pick up my cards and get them situated. Once we both have our cards I glance down at my for sure losing hand.

"Got any nines?" Jesse asks and I look down at my hand and see the one nine I have.
"Go fish," I chirp and he glances up at my face detecting it for a lie. I just stare up at him with the most innocent face I can muster.
"You're lying," he accuses and my jaw drops but I can't help the small smile on my face.
"What?" I ask as the smile grows and soon a smile is on his face as well.

"Fine show me your cards," he nods at my cards and I quickly shake my head.
"That's cheating!" I claim.
"Fine then I'll just redeal the cards after I know you're not lying," he begins to scoot closer and closer and I yank the cards towards my chest.
"How do I know you're not going to do this everytime I say go fish?" I ask while he begins to tug at my cards.
"Fine if you're not lying right now then I won't ask to see your cards again," he bargains but I know I can't give in cause I actually was lying.

"Jesse," I whine as he gabs the cards from my hands. I hastilly leap onto his back in a last second effort to get my cards back and my head starts to warn me that I'm moving too fast by sending pain shooting straight through my brain like a bullet.
"Jesse!" I shout this time in fear as he stands straight up with me on his back, one arm hooks under one of my legs while the other goes through my cards.
"Ah ha!" he cheers while he holds up the nine.
"You little liar!" he shouts and before I can process anything he's spinning around in a circle with me still on his back.

I cling closely to his neck and my legs squeeze the life out of him as the world dances around me in a blur.
"Now what shall your punishment be for lying?" he smirks up at me as I look down at his still spinning face, well at least it looks like his face is spinning.
"Stop making sexual innuedos," I remark glowering down at him but a new type of smirk appears on his face as I say this.
"Stop thinking everything I say is a sexual innuedo, maybe you just have one thing on your mind when you're with me?" he suggests and I roll my eyes.
"Wow I actually rolled my eyes so far back that I could see my brain cells dying just from talking to you," I comment and he lets out an offended huff.
"Didn't know you had brain cells to begin with," he retorts and I kick his sides making him jump in surprise.

"Let's go outside," he states while walking with me still on his back, "You could use some nature."
"I could use some nature? When was the last time you, a 17 year old boy was outside?" I question and he huffs.
"You'd be surprised," he mumbles under his breathe.
"What you just like to go outside and sit on the swing for hours?" I comment and he laughs.
"No I have a five year old sister who likes to go on the swing for hours," he retorts and my mouth forms a small 'o', I almost forgot about his little sister Hope.

He carries me on his back, moving swiftly across my backyard to the swing set that I've yet to go on. I knew the family before us moved out because all their kids grew up and went to college leaving a too big of house for the couple, and judging by the look of the swingset it was used quite a lot back in it's day. Jesse turns around and drops me on the swing making the it quake a bit, maybe it isn't a very good idea to have two high schoolers sitting on a broken down swing set...

Creak. Jesse glances up at the bar that holds both of our swings up and I watch as it gives in slightly.
"If this falls and we both die I'm blaming you," I turn to him with my chin up slightly and a small genuine smile graces his lips making me stare at them for a little longer than a moment. I wonder what it would be like to kiss them?
"Kira?" Jesse's soft voice fills the silence and my eyes slowly move up to his dark green eyes looking clouded and dangerous. Then they do that thing, the thing where I know he's reading me like a book making me feel vulnerable and exposed. The two things I hate most but when he does it I feel fascinated with not only him but myself. It seems he's always trying to figure me out, and besides all of my secrets there's not much to figure out about me, so there's absolutely no reason for him to look at me like that but he does anyway.

"What do you want to be when you're older?" his question catches me off guard as my eyebrows furrow for a moment, first in confusion and then thought. I open my mouth to respond but seem to be at a loss, it's always been my dream to become an FBI agent, to help people in need. But at the same time I won't be able to get a very stable job until he's dead. And it's not like we'll ever know if he's alive or dead he's always in hiding, if and when he really does die we'll never know.

"I don't really know," I answer with furrowed eyebrows.
"Oh c'mon," he pushes, "you have to have some sort of childhood dream job..." I bite my lip as he says this and think for a moment, maybe he's right I mean even if I can never become an FBI agent I can at least dream about it.
"I would want to become an FBI agent," I smile and look up at him to see those dark green forest eyes that remind of the deepest part of the woods at night, analyzing me, looking for answers in my own eyes.
"I can see it," he grins, "Fighting crime saving the day, Agent Williams." Actually Agent Brand, I think to myself as my real last name pops into my head.

"What about you?" I ask breaking the sudden silence that had fallen between us, "What does the great and almighty Jesse Wolf want to be? A famous soccer player? Great military leader like your father?"
"Yeesh, high expectations much? The only thing I was expecting out of you was park ranger or something," he wheezes and I'm set into a fit of laughter.
"Park ranger? Really?" I laugh as he sends me a side smirk.
"Yeah I could easily imagine you strolling through the woods singing to the birds like some disney princess!" he explains and soon I'm laughing so hard that my stomach is begining to ache.
"No that's going to be you," I giggle. Once I finally somber up I take a deep breathe and look at him awaiting an answer.

"I want to be a psychiatrist," he looks down as if embarassed by his answer but instead I sit fascinated.
"A psychiatrist?" I question, "Like you help people with mental disorders?" I wince slightly and he catches on to my discomfort on the subject pretty quickly. Except instead of changing the subject like I half expected him to he pushes further.
"Yeah like helping people with depression... anxiety.... bipolar disorders..." he watches my every move, listing them off slowly and carefully. He's testing me I know he is, I can tell by those damn eyes and that damn voice of his, the deep slow and soothing voice along with the dark and patronizing eyes.
"Maybe even schizophrenia," he mutters so lowly that I visibly jump at the word. That damn word. That damn disorder.

"I..." I stutter "That's neat," I turn to him and give him a tight smile, "Very noble of you," I retort dryly.
"Or you know I could always join the park ranger club," he tries to break the ice a bit after his last stunt but the words still echo in my head and I only let out a dry laugh making it even more awkward.

"You want some lunch?" I ask after a long moment and Jesse is quick to except as we stroll into the house with the thick air beginning to thin a bit.
"You want a PB and J?" I ask lightly as my stomach starts to crave it.
"I've never really had one before," he shrugs and I turn my head slightly to stare at him in confusion.
"You've never had a PB and J? What did you eat as a child? Dog food?" I question and he roars with laughter, maybe it was because of the tense words just a minute ago or the fact that we seem to have become even more comfortable with each other but soon I join in as well.

"Whatever I'm making you one," I finally conclude while pulling out the peanut butter and jelly. I quickly whip up two large sandwiches and watch Jesse as he slowly takes his first bite. His lips form around the bread and once again I'm caught staring at them until I'm knocked out of my gaze by Jesse nodding his head.
"Hm," he remarks, "This is pretty good."
"Pretty good?" I comment staring at him, "It is God's gift to little children, it is a childhood flashback stuck in between two pieces of bread, it is more than 'pretty good'," I lean back and cross my arms as I say this and Jesse just stares at me blankly.

"Yeah ok you've lost your mind," he concludes nodding his head and I scoff.
"You can't loose something you've never had," I comment slyly and once more he rolls his eyes with a ghost of a smile on his lips.