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Forever Young

Hall of Fame

“We're what?”
“I thought it would be fun...” Jack said, seeming put down. “But I mean if you don't like it-”
“Like it?” I gasped and smiled wildly. “I love it. But what about our clothes?”
“We're going to get some different ones on,” He assured and smiled. “When the photographer comes, he'll bring all white jumpsuits and some socks we can wear for this.”
“Wow, who thought of this one?”
“Just someone I know from magazine interviews and stuff.” Jack said. “So, you're up for this?”
“Yup.”
“Awesome.”

When the photographer showed up, he had his camera, some protective screen thing for him to hide behind just in case, the suits, and of course, a bunch buckets of paint. The colors we had were blue, red, yellow, and one slightly smaller can of black. There were some mismatched and clearly over used brushes in the mix as well, but he said we were free to just used our hands and to start when we were ready. He was going to try to capture some candid shots before having us actually pose.

Jack and I moved the paint between us and stood there for a moment, unsure of where to start.

“Come on guys, just throw it at each other if you need to.” The guy urged.

I shrugged and bent down, scooping up a bit of the red and flicking my hand to splatter it against Jack's chest, however, it was more watery than I thought cause I ended up getting it on his face as well. Jack pouted and did the same, only with blue paint and soon enough we both had buckets in one hand and were tossing it at the other with our free hands. At one point Jack manage to pour yellow over my head, and proceeded to tell me I would make a terrible blonde. In retaliation I pretended to start tearing up, acting like I was genuinely upset about the fact and when Jack tried to calm me down by getting closer, I reached out and quickly painted on whiskers and a dab on his nose and started laughing.

“Hahaha, you're a cat! A Bara-cat! A Barakitty cat!” I snorted and Jack frowned into a pout for a moment, looking a bit annoyed before slowly starting to laugh too.

Soon we both were just in stitches, and just to make him laugh too, I did the same thing to myself. Jack also let me get paint in his hair as well.

Since by this point we were both fully covered, the photographer asked if he could snap some posed photos of us now. Of course we said yes considering we had been paint fighting for a good hour. We both did different things, often prompted by the photographer. We hugged a lot, in different positions, kissed a bit at some time, actually used the paintbrushes on some poses, and by the end of it all I was exhausted and hungry, but happy all the same.

“That was awesome! I cannot wait to see those photos.” Jack said, peeling off the jumpsuit. “Let's wash our faces and maybe our hair and get some food!”
“I am so down for that.” I chuckled, following him out of the room.

We both decided on going somewhere simple for lunch, just some place that wasn't open past nine and had nearly everything you could want. Jack got a burger with fries, I couldn't decide what sounded better so I got a appetizer sampler. Once the food was delivered, Jack started talking about our apparent
'before baby comes' trip.

“Sooooo,” He started. “Wanna know where we're going to go next week?”

I immediately nodded my head.

“Yes please, I've been dying to know.”
“Well, you know. There's very few places we haven't been, right?”
“Right, are we going somewhere new?”
“Well, yes and no?” He said.
“Alriiight...” I drawled and he chuckled.
“What I should say, there's very few famous vacations spots we haven't really explored.”
“So we're going to a specific area.”
“Mhhm.”
“Do I need a passport?”
“Nope. Staying in the U.S.” He answered, smiling brightly. “Think about it.”
“Well, we've been to Disney World and Land way too many times.” I thought aloud. “We've been to famous beaches, Universal, Sea World and-”
“We're not going to Florida or Cali. Keep thinking.” He interrupted.
“Just tell me.” I whined.
“But it's fun to watch you struggle.” He smirked and I threw some crumbs at him.
“Whatever, is it anywhere nearby?”
“Nope. We have to fly there.”
“Uhh, warm or cold?”
“Right now? Could be either or I believe. Not freezing but not exactly Florida weather.”
“We're not going to Alaska are we?”
“Nope.” He snorted. “Why would we? And how is that mild weather? It's freezing there!”
“Just asking, asshole.” I stuck my tongue out and pretended to think. Maybe if I just take too long, he'll tell me himself.

We both just stared at each other for a long time, and I could see Jack getting impatient with me. He was frowning now, instead of smiling smugly. I made little 'Um” and 'Uh' noises once in awhile. He started to get a tad fidgety, looking ready to crack. I was eternally rejoicing at finally finding out until our waiter came back with the check ruining it all.

Once we paid, got some boxes, and headed back to the car to go home, I started whining in the most exaggerated manner I could.

“Jaaaack, tell meeeee.” I demanded, making my voice high and annoying.
“Do. Not. Do. That.” He complained.
“But I wanna knooooow.”
“I can't hear you.” He claimed, covering his ears, so I got louder. Whinier.
“Why don't you wanna teeellll me, I thought you loooove me. We're maaaried, tell me. I just wanna know what to paaaaack.” I cried, Jack glared at me from the passenger seat, desperately trying to ignore me.

“You are the worst wife ever.”
“Buuuuuuut-”
“Oh for fuck's sake, we're going to Cleveland! For the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame museum.”

I practically slammed the breaks right there.

“Really?”
“Yeah really.” He pouted. “You suck.”
“Who cares?!” I cheered. “We're going to the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame!”
“I'm actually a tad surprised you're so excited.” Jack chuckled, rolling his eyes. “There's other things too.” He tried to explain, but I was beyond listening, already thinking of all the things that were there.

“I am so touching something that belonged to Jimi Hendrix.”

Notes

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WE BE BACK

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Thank you both! I'm a work in progress but I'm getting there. ♡

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I am so sorry. I will try to add a chapter to explain where I have been.