three in the morning « jack gilinsky

prelude

Twirling a lilac inked pen in her hands, her dark yet golden locks draping over one shoulder in a fish tail braid, a sigh escaping her lips as she tried so desperately invest all of her attention into the German history Wikipedia page on her mac computer screen, her body only able to stay awake because of the amount of coffee she had consumed otherwise she would be passed out in bed. Yawning, she glanced at the time – 2.37am, a wave of annoyance over taking her body as she realized she must be the only teenager in the entire city that bailed on the lake party down in the depths of Red Reef park. But, passing history is more important than getting drunk and swinging from a tire swing while fully clothed, letting yourself drop into the lukewarm water, becoming submerged for a moment before realizing you know how to swim.

Besides, it's not as if Elijah would be there, topless, basking in the night warmth, sipping on chilled beer and dripping in the lake water, gaining glances from the females she shares the floors of Red Valley High with. Elijah Foster being her boyfriend of three and a half months. Oh wait, he is there, he had been trying to bribe her via text to climb out of her window and meet him at the bottom of her street, claiming that skinny dipping is as fun as it looks on the TV.

And maybe, if the light sensors in the garden of her home didn't ignite in the dead of the night at a mere brush of the wind then she would climb out of her window and scale the drain pipe and scurry off into the night with him, but she didn't want to disappoint her parents, after all.. she was the one who opted to stay in the night, finishing her assignment before Monday.

2.49am: Elijah Foster

You told me to tell you when I am home, and safe so, here's me letting you know that

I am perfectly safe and wrapped up in my bed.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Feeling her stomach flutter, sixteen year old Diana Silver smiled down at her iPhone, running her finger across the keypad before deciding not to reply. He would be drunk and tired, she didn't want to keep him up until the ungodly hours of the morning, not when he has Lacrosse practice. Plus, he wasn't the only person who managed to make her smile so late of a night.

Oh no, there is one other person, one other male who causes her stomach to erupt with butterflies and a smile to tug on her lips even when she wants to do nothing but slip into a slumber under the covers of her bed at 3AM. But that was the problem, he only ever called at three o'clock in the morning, and never was her sober, he was always high, spewing his mind as if he can't keep it locked away for much longer, then when he passes her by in the halls her acts as if nothing ever happened, as if he has no idea who she is.

Jack Gilinsky has been calling her for the past year or so, and her question is still unanswered, all she really wants to know is why he only ever calls her when he's high.

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DIANA

Yawning, I pinned my hair up into a pony tail, not too tight, but not loose enough for it to fall out as I sleep. I pulled up my socks until they were way over my knee, my feet sinking into my carpet as I wandered from one side of my room to the other, switching off the main light and the dainty fairy lights that line the rail of my curtain on, my eyes watering from how tired I was. I could almost feel myself slipping into utter paradise as my body slipped into my bed, the silky sheets against my skin causing me to become lost in an almost darkness.

Plumping up the cushion beside my, I heard my phone vibrating on my bedside table, causing me to stop what I was doing and reach forward for it, my heart stopping for a mere moment as the name I was hoping flashed up on the screen, the green heart emoji con beside it, along with the red leaf that resembles cannabis.

Jack Gilinsky

“Hello?” I answered, sinking into my bed, my voice low so that my parents or older sister wouldn't awake and question what in the world I am doing up at 3AM.

But 3AM is my favorite hour, I am very rarely sleeping at 3AM.

“Diana?” his voice was rough, low, he sounded as if he had just woke up.

 “Diana, guess what?” he giggled, his laugh always brightening up my night no matter how tired I was feeling.

 Yawning once more, I rubbed my eyes; “You're high again, aren't you?” I mumbled, glancing around my bedroom.

 Jack scoffed down the phone, the sound of him turning off the faint music was audible, along with the sound of him throwing himself into what was probably his bed; “How did you guess so fast?” he whined.

 Just like that, my night became like most of my others nights – spent awake until the crack of dawn listening to Jack try and explain how the lead of a pencil is made, hearing him sing along to god knows what song is playing in his mind, how he will you-tube videos and tell me to do the same, so we can laugh about them. He becomes sleepy at 6AM, ending the call with a simple catch you on the flip side, D or, if he's really out of it, he will mutter love you as he yawns, putting the phone down before I even have the chance to reply.

 Then he will pass me in the halls, barely even glancing at me, ignoring my existence and pretending he doesn't keep me up until the ungodly hours of the morning most nights, leaving me with the same question festering in my mind.

 And the more that it happens, the more it makes me wonder if I am ever going to know the reason behind why he only calls me when he's high.

Chapter End Notes:

hi, i read this story a while ago and completly loved it so i thought i would share it with you guys. this was a justin bieber fanfic so i obviously changed it into a jack gilinsky one and also changed a couple things so it made more sense for a gilinsky fanfic.

oh and ps: jack isnt famous or anything

vote (nd comment) if you think i should carry on!