☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ this isn't just a scarf, alright? y'know, it also doubles up as a super awesome cape. ❜
lois was waiting for superman -
not a teenage beta with a bad
attitude and a habit of wearing
...
053. EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED (EXCEPT LITTLE LOIS LANE!) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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"So—" Lois mused, "London, huh?"
Jackson looked up at the girl leaning against his bedroom wall and nodded, closing another box, "London."
"It's nice, there..." she said, peering around at his empty room. She had been in Jackson's house several times over the years, being that she had attended many of his high school parties and social events, but Lois had never seen his bedroom so empty. She had popped in and out when trying to find him or Lydia, and they had even had a movie night with Danny once or twice, but his room had always been very full. "...lots of sight-seeing."
"Yeah?" He quirked a brow and stood up, "You've been?"
"No," she shook her head, "But I read."
The boy chuckled and crossed his arms, watching her as she looked around. There were no longer lacrosse posters up on his walls, and the photo frames of him and Lydia, as well as the ones with all four of them, were packed into several different boxes.
His bed was empty, stripped of covers and pillows, and his old wardrobe no longer held clothing. The lacrosse kit that had been his own for years had been returned to Coach — who had cried at the knowledge of Jackson's departure from Beacon Hills — and his co-captain status had been handed fully over to Scott McCall with great gratitude. It seemed that any trace of Jackson being in Beacon Hills had been erased, and it was like he didn't exist. The only thing that he had left was his high school fame and his name to be tossed around in halls as the students remembered him. After all, it was hard to forget someone like Jackson Whittemore.
