WHO JACKSON AND CLAIRE
WHERE PRACTICE ROOMS
WHEN SUNDAY NIGHT
He swore, it wasn't called stalking.
All Jackson had done was heard her practicing piano, something that he didn't catch her doing that often, and he was drawn to her. He stared into the window of the door to the practice room, not even realizing how weird he was being. But they hadn't talked a lot lately, and he missed her. Missed her so much that he would do almost anything, just to see her again.
Robert hadn't been so supportive of that. He knew that they had rather made up a little bit and everything, but things were still awkward and Jackson still felt a little awkward talking to Claire, ever.
Once she had ended her piece, Jackson sighed to himself and opened the door quietly, smiling in greeting.
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