SECRET HEART ❁ JACKSON FULLER

Hale's Kitchen ♛

Farrah's POV

Leaning on the stair rail, I watched as Jackson played a race car video game.

Ramona promised we'd go shopping today, but said girl was taking all the time in the world getting ready.

Fernando entered the room below, smiling when he noticed the game Jackson was playing, "Ooh, I see you're playing a racing game. Would you like some competition?"

"Sorry, Fernando. It's a little harder than it looks." Jackson replied, ignoring the older man's past career

"Ha. That's what she said." I laughed, leaning my head into my arms

"Real classy." Jackson commented, turning to give me a look from where he sat

"You're literally playing a game where you can ram people with a car. Don't talk to me about classy." I retorted, sticking my tongue out at him

Fernando ignored our argument and focused back onto the discussion he'd started with Jackson, "You're forgetting I am a recently retired famous race-car driver."

"I did forget that, and I'm still forgetting it now." Jackson nodded, completely focused on the screen in front of him

The doorbell rang, and I rushed down the steps, hoping it was the package I'd been waiting for. I opened the door to reveal an attractive teen, holding what looked like food.

"Darn. You're don't have my package. But at least the view isn't bad." I smiled, earning a chuckle from the stranger

"It's a stranger. I knew this open-door policy would backfire." Fernando groaned

"Relax. It's just the Postmates guy. You don't have to keep drooling over him, Farrah." Jackson commented, glaring lightly at my amused smirk

"No need to be jealous, Jackson. It's already obvious I go for boys who make ignorant comments, and Postmates over here doesn't seem like he would." I smirked

"Yep, just delivering food to people too lazy to get it themselves. And I did actually find a package on the front door, so I'd thought I'd bring it in before it began to rain." Postmates said, handing me a small package

"You mind bringing it over? My legs are asleep." Jackson said

"Absolutely. The less you move, the more I make." The boy said, handing Jackson the bag

I took the bag out of Jackson's hands, nabbing the small bag of apple slices before handing the rest of it back to him with a small smile.

"Whoa. Get out of here." The boy exclaimed, walking closer to Fernando in fascination

"That's what Dj always says. How did you know I don't live here?" Fernando asked, as I began to open my package

"Are you Fernando Hernandez Guerrero Fernandez Guerrero?" The boy asked