I'm Jaxon Warwick, better known as Jax. I'm 29 but I enjoy acting like a child. I have a boring job working at my family's store, Warwick's herbs and remedies. I'm in love with the most amazing woman, Billie.
Setting her elbow on the door at her side, Billie cast a sidelong glance at Jax and pulled her lips into a frown. “What? No! I do want you to go. I just don’t want you to go and not enjoy yourself because you’ve only agreed because I asked.” Well, that was a confusing explanation. “I’m just warning you.” Allowing her expression to lighten considerably, she turned as much as her seatbelt would allow and laid one arm across the backs of his shoulders with a teasing look dancing in her brown eyes.
“You look nicer. But you always look nice. Even covered in dirt from the woods.” She glanced at the road and then back to him, her gaze tracing every line and contour of his face. She’d had it memorized before. Years ago, she could watch him, fascinated as he concentrated on something else, hardly noticing her rapt attention. Now there were more lines. She loved them. “You know I want you with me,” she said after a small spot of silence had passed. “That’s why I asked you to come. I want you there.”
“I appreciate the warning.” Jax replied, turning to look over when the car stopped at a light. “I just wish you’d understand that I don’t care how terrible it is, I’m going to keep you company. As long as you’re there, I’m alright.”
Jax’s eyes were focused on the road but his lips turned up into a small smile when she complimented him. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Yeah, I know you want me with you.” He nodded turning a corner and heading back into the neighborhood where the party was located. “I came because I want to be with you too. I like keeping you company, even if I’m stuck doing it with a bunch of other people.” Jax saw the extremely long line of cars as he turned down the street the house was located on. He let out a long sigh before parking the car at the end of the line. Shutting off the truck he turned to Billie, giving her a blank look as if to say ‘you’re so lucky I care about you’. With that he opened his door and hopped out of the truck before heading around to the other side to meet Billie and start the walk.
Billie loved parties. Well, not those formal ones. She liked the noise and the chaos of people gathering together just in hopes of having a good time. She loved being around people and being a part of things. It made plenty of sense when one considered the type of person she was; the loud Latina who knew how to have some fun. That didn’t really seem to be Jax’s scene, though, so she’d been somewhat hesitant in asking him to come along with her but as the alternative was being without him, it was kind of an obvious request.
With the flowers tucked safely into a vase and her trailing after a clean and dapper Jax, Billie made her way towards his truck. While normally she’d opt for some cut off jeans and maybe one of his old t-shirts, today she’d selected a plain white dress that complimented her skin-tone.
“It’s Eliza’s birthday. You remember Eliza, right?” She buckled herself in and leaned forward to look at him with a wide smile. “She’s the one who convinced us all to jump in the river year after year in high school.” She settled back in her seat as they took off and fingered the hem of her skirting. “It’s probably going to be loud. You’ll be surrounded by a bunch of people neither of us really know.” It was her last attempt at making it clear that she wouldn’t be upset if he decided to take a detour to some cinema or something. She loved him. She’d do anything he asked of her.
Jax nodded at Billie’s question. “Yeah, of course I remember her.” He lied cranking the truck and backing out of the driveway. When Billie continued to inform her of what the party entailed he just nodded. He raised an eyebrow, “Do you not want me to go?” He questioned, feeling like Billie was telling him these things so he’d bail out. Jax didn’t bail, he kept his word, even if it meant dealing with too many drunk teenagers for a couple hours. Billie was his best friend and he wanted to make her happy, even if it meant he’d be annoyed while doing so.
Jax cleared his throat, hoping to end the awkward silence. “You look nice” he offered, turning to give Billie a small smile.
yo kier, i’m really happy for you and i’mma let you finish, but we all know jax and billie are back together and rpin’ and shit. stop calling me screaming.
brand new / Jude Law and a semester abroad
No more songs about you
After this one, I am done
You are, you are, you’re gone
Jax hated parties, even the ones that were family related, and Jax loved his family. But since Billie asked him to go, he went. He even dressed nice, not formal, but a nice button up shirt with slacks… and vans, but that wasn’t the point, he tried. Jax picked Billie up at seven, just as he was instructed to. He even bought her flowers, his mother suggested them. Apparently chicks liked flowers, he’d never known that.
They were walking out to his old Ford pickup truck. That was the only vehicle his parents could trust him with at the age of seventeen. Jax opened the passenger side door for Billie, lending an arm to help her climb in. Once she was in, he strode around to the drivers side and climbed in.
“So, what’s this party for again?” Jax wondered, glancing over at Billie as he fastened his seat belt.
the story of how jaxon warwick, a boy who swore to never grow up or find love, fell in love with billie soto and darcy (warwick, jaxon’s younger sister) was both happy for him and absolutely stunned that billie loved a dweeb like him — tala’s birthday present part II
