Jack and Jill

“Jack and Jill went up the hill the hill to fetch a pail of water,” he sang as they hiked the hill towards the gazebo.

“Will you ever get tired of singing that?” she groaned.

“Not as long as we’re together.”

“Ugh, my mother warned me about dating a man named Jackson.”

“C’mon, Jillian. Who else can say they have a nursery rhyme named after them? We’re destined to be together. It’s prophesy.”

“I’m pretty sure Jack and Jill were brother and sister.”

“Sibling shmibling.”

When they reached the gazebo, Jillian leaned against the outside pillar to catch her breath. Jackson wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin atop her crown, and swung her around to face the city below.

“The lights from downtown against the peach-pink sky at sunset are so beautiful,” Jackson whispered.

“You take many girls up here?”

“Only my Jill.”

“How many Jills do you know?” she asked sarcastically.

“Where’s my water?” He took her chin, turned her head, and kissed her.

word count: 170


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26 thoughts on “Jack and Jill

  1. Aw, isn’t this romantic! Jack is so sweet. He reminds me of those playboy type of guys who finally found and settled for the right girl, meanwhile the girl is still wary of him.

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