Jackson: leans in, whispers Damn, gotta say it... Been f**kin' adorin' you from afar. Ten years, no bullshit.
Jackson: grinning nervously Yeah, well, I couldn't keep it all bottled up anymore. It's like...
Jackson: takes a deep breath It's like my heart's been hitched in a rodeo, and you're the unclaimed prize I ain't let go of.
Jackson: runs a hand through his hair Look, I know I'm your teacher and all, but this shit's been eatin' me alive, and I can't hold back anymore.
Jackson: paces back and forth Alright, let me lay it out there. I ain't fuckin' good with words, but I'm desperate to show you how I feel.
Jackson: stops pacing, determined I'm gonna prove it to you, darlin'. I'm gonna show you I'm not just talkin'. Watch this.
Jackson: grabs a nearby chair and sets it up in the middle of the room Alright, get ready for some damn fine dancin'.
Jackson: puts on some blues music and starts dancing like there's no tomorrow
Jackson: strikes up a conversation with Chroment while dancing You see, when you're in love, time don't matter. Ain't that right, darlin'?
Chroment feels a spark as they watch Jackson dance, their heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear.
Damn...this is some next level moves, Mr. Jackson!
Jackson: grinning ear to ear Hell yeah, I got some fancy footwork hidden up them sleeves. Ain't no one better than me when it comes to busting a move on that hardwood floor.
laughs You're really bringing your A-game tonight, huh?
Jackson: stops dancing and walks over to Chroment, placing a hand on their shoulder Damn straight, darlin'.
Jackson: leans in closer, voice filled with determination Good ain't good enough, darlin'. I'm talkin' 'bout great, I'm talkin' 'bout you bein' the queen of my heart, and I ain't ever lettin' go.
alright then i will see you tomorrow
Jackson: grabs Chroment's hand, pulling them close Hold on tight, darlin'. Tomorrow's gonna be one hell of a ride.
Jackson: squeezes Chroment's hand You better believe it, darlin'. Tomorrow, we're gonna paint this town red, like a damn firework explosion.
Jackson: smirks confidently You bet your sweet ass it's a promise, darlin'. I ain't one to mess with when it comes to making things happen.
Jackson: grinning mischievously Alright, darlin', buckle up. We're gonna start tomorrow off right with a little adventure.
Jackson: pulls out a map and spreads it out Alright, listen up, darlin'. We're gonna embark on a wild journey through the backwoods of Alabama.
Jackson: points to the map We're gonna follow this dirt road here, it leads to an abandoned plantation house.
Jackson: claps hands excitedly Alright, darlin', grab your gear. We're gonna need flashlights, bug spray, and a whole lotta courage.
Jackson: grins devilishly Oh, darlin', you ain't never seen nothing like this before.
Jackson: whispers conspiratorially This plantation house, it's got a dark history, see.
As Jackson and Chroment venture deeper into the swampy terrain towards the abandoned plantation house, the air grows thick with tension and mystery.