jack found you in the theater. you'd gone in there to sulk after he advocated against the strike at the rally, not knowing pulitzer made him do it. you were in love with him, and he was even more in love with you. everyone knew it but the two of you.

"hey there, darlin'," he said to you. "thought ya'd run off."

"i did, screw off," you said, not looking at him. if you looked at him and his adorable face, you'd cave.

"aw, come on," he said, looking at you despite your refusal to return the gesture.

"i mean it, kelly."

"ooh, last name? i'm in trouble."

you sighed, finally looking at him.

"yes. you are, you little-"

"hey-"

"no, i'm mad at you," you cut him off. "you betrayed us. what about crutchie?? is all that for nothing???"

"don't bring up crutchie," jack said, losing the barely-kept-up-anyway playful facade. "i was trying to help us."

"us??? i had nothing to do with this," you countered.

"listen. what's all this for?? i wasn't wrong! he's just gonna raise the prices again and this WILL all be for nothin'!!" he said.

"well at least we'd have tried!! or we could strike again until they get sick of it!! what happened to you?? the jack i know wouldn't-"

"and what do ya know about me???"

"i know that if i had less control you'd be looking at me through a swollen eye!!"

"oh yeah?! gimme your best shot!!!"

in a blur, you kissed him. hard. you both stayed like that for a long time, not wanting to pull away. then you did finally pull away for air. he tried to kiss you away, but you backed up a bit. he kept his face close, which you didn't protest, but didn't kiss you again.

"...well, that escalated, huh," he said.