I sat next to him with my laptop, and glanced at his screen. he was working on the project. More importantly, he was working on the slide with the monster that represented the fear of coming out. He was writing about why this is important in the real world. I went back to working on the project. 

We were finished with the presentation by 6:30. "We should practice presenting, review the slides, and go ahead and submit it," I said. 

"We can do that tomorrow. Let's go look at the stars," Jackson whined. I stopped. Tomorrow was a Saturday. That implied he was taking time out of his weekend to come see me when we could quickly be done with this project. He grabbed my hand to pull me out of my bed, realized what he was doing, then let go of my hand. 

"Let's go," I smiled. I grabbed my sweater and shoes, then noticed Jackson was wearing a t-shirt. "Where is your jacket? You had one this morning."

"Um, I must have forgotten it at home," Jackson shrugged. I grabbed a hoodie and tossed it at him. He wasted no time pulling it on. It was big on him. He looked so comfortable. "Okay, let's go," Jackson shrugged, tugging on my arm. 

We sprinted down the stairs and out the front door, climbing into his truck. He quickly turned the truck on, turned the heat up, and started to drive. We arrived at the clearing in no time. 

When Jackson was getting the blankets out of his truck, I noticed his jacket sitting in the back seat, as well as one of his hoodies. He lied about forgetting his hoodie at home. I took a small risk. 

"You know, if you wanted to wear my hoodie, you could have just asked," I flirted, gesturing toward the jacket in the backseat of his truck. He followed my gaze, then his face went red. 

"Let's go look at the stars," he responded, climbing into the bed of his truck. I followed him. We both lay down, pulling the blankets over ourselves. "Tell me about the stars," He whispered. 

"I told you everything I knew about them last time we did this," I responded. He turned to look at me, and I met his gaze. 

"Tell me again," He responded. His voice was so quiet, I could barely hear him. I started to tell him about the stars, and he moved closer. His arm brushed mine, and he didn't move. He leaned in a little more, and we stayed like that. 

Eventually, I turned to face again, and he was asleep. His eyes were closed, and his blond hair fell in his face. I gently brushed it away. "Jackson?" I whispered.

"Hm?" He whined, gently stirring. His green eyes eventually met mine. He didn't seem fully awake yet. "What?" He mumbled. 

"You fell asleep. We can't stay out here in the cold," I laughed. Jackson seemed to become more awake. He slowly sat up. "Let's at least get in the truck, then we can leave when you're ready."

"Okay," He mumbled, jumping down from the truck and stumbling a bit. He threw the blankets back in the truck, then we climbed in. He turned the truck on, but didn't move to drive yet. "Thank you," Jackson whispered. "For coming out here with me," He continued. I smiled and nodded. He put the car in drive, and we started to head back to my house. 

When we got back to my house, Jackson grabbed my arm before I could get out of the car. "Your hoodie," He said, going to take off my hoodie. 

"Hold on to it. You look comfortable in it. It suits you," I flirted, shooting him a wink. He went to say something, but I interrupted. "I hope this day helped you. I'll see you tomorrow," I smiled. I hopped out of the truck, shut the door, and sprinted inside. 

My mom was sitting at the table. "He was wearing your sweater when you two left," She smiled. "Is there something you want to tell me?" She asked. 

"I really like him. We're not dating, but I really like him," I smiled. She smiled back. "And he might like me back," I added, with hope.