Jackson Olson Age Novels & Stories

He becomes our unofficial guide, sharing tidbits about the city’s rich history and culture, and the sights outside the window fuel our excitement. Lexi, leaning into my ear, whispers that the guy is hot, asking how old I think he is. I agree he is hot, but I’m not good at guessing people’s ages. I tell her that and just then, Ollie calls his name and asks him. He is twenty-five and Ollie nods, thanking him for telling us before uttering the words that turn Lexi into a blushing mess.

They looked at one another, unable to come up with a good conclusion. "Thank you so much, Holly. Nah…she is not around at the moment. She went to visit someone but she will be back very soon. I do miss her a lot…really? I just got back from work too…I will come over when I am less busy, I promise. Sure…love you too, bro. Thanks and goodnight." Jackson finished having the call with his friend. He smiled happily and walked eagerly to his room. He glanced at the room opposite his which happened to have been Ophelia's room and he smiled.