promise | j.g

26.0 || my heart beats only for you

haven't updated in forever wow.

my grandpa passed a few days ago.

i promise to update more frequently now.

©

//Jack//

"Jack give it back!" Lena whined.

We were watching a movie at her house but she put on some romance crap, so of course I snatched the remote and switched it to a horror movie, Elena's favorite.... not.

"Hey that rhymed," I teased.

She was trying to get the remote back from me but had no luck in doing so. Lena crawled over my legs to try and reach my other arm that was stretched out, holding the remote.

"Please," she pouted.

I paused for a moment, pretending to think about it before looking straight into her eyes and tickled her sides, tossing the remote to the floor.

"P-please Jack, s-stop," she said in between laughs.

"Say Jack is the hottest guy ever and I love him!" I stopped tickling her, still hovering over her.

"What are you five?" she laughed.

"Say it," I chuckled, pinning her wrists above her head.

"Never," she deadpanned.

"Oh really," I smirked and began time tickling her again.

"F-fine!" she exclaimed, "Jack is the hottest guy ever and I love him!" she laughed.

"That you do," I smiled in satisfaction, climbing off her torso.

She got up from the couch and made her way to the kitchen, me trailing behind her, watching her in admiration.

She opened the cabinet and reached for the third shelf, containing her glass cups. Standing on her tippy toes and biting her lip, she desperately tried to grasp the cup but couldn't quite manage it.

"Need some help?" I asked trying to suppress a laugh.

Little things like this is what I love about her most. Her quirkiness and innocence.

The way she bites her lip when she's frustrated because her height limits her from a lot of things. It makes me feel like she needs me around for little things like these.

She turned around frowning, slightly sticking out her bottom lip. A smirk made its way to my face as I walked over to her and kissed her cheek.

"I can't reach it," she pouted.

"I can see that," I confirmed, slightly amused at her cuteness.

I effortlessly reached my hand out and grabbed the glass cup, handing it to her. With a smile, she walked over to the fridge and poured herself some water, taking a small sip from the straw she added.

I managed to sneak my way upstairs to grab the guitar that was resting on the side of her bed, bringing it downstairs with an idea in mind.

As I took each step on the stairs, I racked my brain for a perfect song to sing to her.

I tell her all the time that I love her but I want her to hear it in another way that she would love.

Through music.

"Come to the couch for a minute love," I smiled to myself.

"Coming!" She called out from the kitchen.

She strolled into the living room and sat right across from me on the couch, crossing her legs under her. A smile had already made its way on her perfectly round face.