The Time I Spent With Jackson Bridges

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is my short story for Spark of Imagination contest by VintageBubblegumclub

Alex Mannings life changes when she meets Jackson Bridges. Together they made each others lives better. Even though she only spent six days with him, she will never forget that smile that always gave her butterflies.

This is Alex's story of the time she spent with Jackson Bridges.

copyright © 2013 Rash

Submitted: January 14, 2013

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Submitted: January 14, 2013



The time I spent with Jackson Bridges

This is a story of how I met a guy, a guy who changed my life in many ways that others could never. A kind boy with a breaking heart, this is my story of the little time I had with Jackson Bridges.


Day 1


I remember that it was late in the afternoon and I was walking through the park. I was walking near the basketball courts when a ball hit me over the head and I fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt that much so I slightly sat up when I heard someone running towards me. I looked up to see a handsome boy with a worried look on his face.

“Oh I’m so sorry, are you ok?” He asked as he held his hand out. I gratefully grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. He had the most gorgeous blue eyes and curly brown hair, he looked really muscly as I could see because he had no shirt on.

“That’s ok, it doesn’t hurt.” I replied, trying not to stare.

“I’m Jackson, Jackson Bridges.”

“I’m Alex Manning.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, do you live around here?”

“Yeah just down the street, what about you?”

“Yeah, down a bit further though.”

“Jackson, what are you doing man.” one of the guys said.

“I guess I’ll see you around,” Jackson said.

“Yeah,” I said back.

Jackson picked up the ball and ran back to the other boys and they started playing again. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him before walking all the way home.


Day 2


The next day I couldn’t help but go to the park again. Something about his smile, I just felt all bubbly when I spoke to him. I saw him but this time he was alone, shooting hoops. It took me a while to gather up the courage but I eventually went up to him.

“Hey again,” I said.

“Hey you, wanna shoot some hoops?” He asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

So for about an hour we took turns shooting and every shot we both missed we would have to tell each other something about ourselves. He told me he was fifteen and I told him the same, we told each other about our families. By the time it had gotten dark, we both knew a lot about each other, it felt like I had known him all my life. He was such a nice boy but he had a pretty hard home life from what he told me.

“Hey Alex.”


“It’s getting dark, can I walk you home?”


We walked down the street telling funny stories to each other and by the time we were at my front door we were laughing so hard.

“And then s-she tried to hit me with a baseball bat, my own sister, she thought I was a murderer breaking into our house.” Jackson laughed and I laughed really hard along with him. I opened the door and walked in and watched him walk down the driveway and then I opened the door and called out to him.

“Good night Jackson Bridges.” I yelled.

“Good night Alex Manning.” He yelled back.

With that I said good night to mum, went to my room and fell asleep.


Day 3


Suddenly I was jolted awake because of a banning against my door to the back yard. I got out of bed only to be scared as hell because standing at my door was the one and only Jackson Bridges. I walked across my room and opened the door. I got a quick glance of my clock and it said that it was five in the morning.

“Its five in the morning, what in the world are you doing?” I asked.

“Come with me, just trust me.” He said. And so in my pj shorts and t-shirt I trusted him. He led me out the door and we quietly ran around the side of my house and out onto the street. Jackson put his skateboard down and stepped on it.

“Get on.”

“What no way, I can’t ride a skateboard. I’ll fall off.”

“I’ll hold you, I promise you that you won’t fall off.”

I nodded and placed my feet in front of his on the skateboard and he pushed us down the street. We stopped at the park and sat on the swings and from there we sat and watched the sun come up. I remember thinking that it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I smiled at Jackson and he smiled back. I felt as if destiny had brought us together, he was someone that could relate to my family problems. I lived with my mum and dad at the time and my dad was hitting me then. They both treated me like shit and Jackson said his parents did too. I had no actual friends apart from Jackson and maybe I didn’t need anyone but him.

“Jackson, thank you.”

“For what?”

“I know we haven’t spent much time together but you’re a great friend.”

“Thanks, you are too.”

I remember smiling at him, my biggest smile ever. No one but him had ever seen it and I loved that I could show him that part of me. Jackson was the one person that could make me crack a smile or send me laughing and it felt good at the time because I never use to smile.


Day 4


That’s when things started to get bad.

I had met Jackson at the park again one afternoon after I had gone to the shops. I saw him sitting on a park bench with his head in his hands and his body was shaking. I ran over to him and pulled his head out from his hands and I gasped, his face had bruises all over it.

“Who did this to you?” I asked shocked. He just shook his head, tears started falling down his cheeks and I became mad.

“It was your father wasn’t it!”


“That son of a bitch.”

“Leave it alone Alex, please I don’t want to go back there.”

“Fine, but you’re coming home with me.”

“How, your parents.”

“Mums at her friend’s house for the night and dads working.”


We walked to my house and I set him up on the mattress on the floor in my room.

“Thank you Alex.” Jackson said.

“That’s what friends are for.” I replied.

“Your my only real friend.” He said.

“What about the boys you play basketball with?” I asked confused.

“They aren’t my friends, I heard them say so.” He said.

“Well then, the two of us will stick together.” I said.

“Always.” He said.


Always. That one word always gets me, he said always but did he really mean it? I look back on it now and I don’t know what to think, maybe he meant it at the time, maybe not.


Day 5


I woke up to the smell of something cooking, so I got out of bed and noticed that Jackson wasn’t in his. I then walked out to the kitchen and saw him flipping a pancake in the air.

“Woo.” I cheered.

He turned towards me and flashed me the biggest smile I had ever seen. I have to say it was better than seeing him cry. His smile always gave me butterflies and I always loved to see him happy. So we ate the fantastic pancakes he made and then we headed out to the massive bridge that we lived near. We sat on the edge of it and dangled our feet over, we weren’t supposed to do it but we made sure not to fall off. Nobody ever told anyone off for doing it so it was ok to do now and then.

“The view from here is fantastic.” I said.

“It’s beautiful, it reminds me of you.” He said smiling.

“How?” I asked.

“Well it’s beautiful just like you.” Jackson said, his smile growing. I felt myself blush and smile widely at the same time.

“Aww made you blush.” He laughed.

“Did not.” I said, punching him lightly in the arm.

And once again we admired the view while in fits of laughter.


Day 6


I wish that this day could have lasted forever, you’ll see what I mean.

In the afternoon Jackson and I went and shot some hoops and then after a few hours of that we went back to the bridge. We both felt like we could get away from everything up on the bridge, it was as if life stopped and it was just the two of us. I think I fell in love with him and I think he felt the same way too but for now we were just really really close friends.

Hours past as we told funny stories and talked. Our conversations often consisted of the world, our lives, us or other people.

“One day this bridge will be our escape. This bridge will be the end of our terrible lives, the end of our constant struggle. This bridge will make everything better.” He said confidently.

“Sounds good but save it for another day, it’s getting dark.” I said.

“Ok, meet me here tomorrow at seven?” Jackson asked.

“Maybe, mums got me doing chores tomorrow. She got home from her friend’s house extra grumpy.” I sighed.

“Ok, if not then goodbye.” He said.

He then lowered his head to mine and he softly kissed me on the lips. It was the most amazing thing ever and when we both broke away, we were smiling so big that we actually laughed.

“I love you, you know. From the first time I saw you, well I helped you up after hitting you in the head.” Jackson laughed.

“Yeah, what a nice way to meet someone. I love you too.” I said smiling.

I hugged him and we stayed like that for a while, until I had to give it up and get home before my parents yelled at me and his yelled at him.

“Bye, if I don’t see you tomorrow I’ll see you the next day.” I said.

“Good bye Alex.” He said as he walked off the bridge.

Then I made my way home.

Back then I didn’t know what he meant, I do now. You’ll see too, you’ll see my mistake in not seeing.


Day 7


Mum woke me up at seven but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to go and meet Jackson on the bridge. So I started my chores, washing the dishes and vacuuming. Well that was until there was a loud knocking at the door, mum ran past me and opened it.

“Alex, there’s a girl here wanting to speak to you.” Mum said.

I walked passed mum on the way to the door and she nearly pushed me over in frustration, but I straightened myself and got to the door in one piece. The girl had blue eyes and long brown hair, I had never seen her before yet I had but in someone else. The girl looked like she had been crying for ages but she still stood tall, she was around my age.

“Um hello.” I said.

“Alex, I’m Piper Bridges.” She said.

“Your Jackson’s sister.”

“Yes, about Jackson. I-I have to tell you s-something.”

“What is it?”

“They found him.”

“What do you mean found?”

“He j-jumped, Alex. He jumped off the bridge.”

“No.” I barley whispered.

I didn’t think, I just ran. I ignored my mother’s annoying voice and I ran, ran all the way to the bridge. I stared down at the water below me and it looked like a long drop, I could jump, I could jump right now. No one would miss me, no one would care and they probably wouldn’t even look for my body. I would be with him, we would be together again. He said, said that the bridge would be our escape and I think he was right.

And so with that I jumped.


Well I survived. I was taken to hospital after a lady saw me jump and called the ambulance. In a way Jackson Bridges was right, the bridge was my escape because the lady who saw me jump, she adopted me. In the hospital they asked me questions, why did you jump? I told them that a boy once told me that, that bridge would be our escape and it was. The lady’s name was Ruth, I told her about my life and my parents and they went to court and she won. It’s been a year since Jackson Bridges was a part of my life and although I miss him, I’m finally happy. I’m sixteen and I’m studying to help more children my age who don’t have very good lives. Ruth and I also got custody of Piper Bridges so she lives with us now and I know she misses him too but we take it day by day.

And Although Jackson Bridges and I only had six days together, it was the happiest six days of my life. I still remember the way he smiled and the way he kissed me good bye because he knew, knew that, that was the last day we would ever see each other. I should have known, known that when he said the bridge was our escape, that he would put himself in deaths hands. Though I don’t get to see him I think he’s finally happy too. I think that death thought he would be happier where he is now and that I had a second chance at life, so I didn’t die. I underestimated how difficult and hard Jackson’s life was, Piper filled me in on everything that went on at her home. They had treated him like he was just a piece of junk that could be thrown around and manipulated.

I may have moved on with my life but I will never forget the time that I spent with Jackson Bridges and I hope he doesn’t too.



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