"So, have you found anything out yet?" Bianca asked, sprawled out on the sofa in Johnson's living room, her hand buried deep in a bowl of popcorn, a horror movie on the LCD screen, his leg hiked over her, breathing on the back of her neck, enjoying her company has become a regular thing over the past two weeks.
Despite Bianca being cautious about the fact he is bi-sexual at first, there was a certain thrill she got out of laying in his bed with him, their bodies mangled within one another, their conversations ranging from how being bi sexual isn't a bad thing and worthy of judging, it just makes life funner and gives you more of an option - all the way to having constant debates about how Jack isn't all that bad a guy, he just bathes in sarcasm. But Bianca had been refusing to let go the fact he once broke her nose on purpose, and Johnson refused to let it drop that Jack would do anything for Diana, and that should be enough reason for Bianca to appreciate his existence.
"No." he shrugged, draping his arm over her, grabbing a handful of popcorn out of the bowl; "But, he was arguing with his mom a few days ago. I don't know what it was about but he did say something like you can't stop us from being friends, we're older now, you have no authority over me so, I kind get the vibe it's something to do with their parents." he uttered, trailing his finger down her arm.
"Oh, but he did finally admit that he likes her." he remembered how three nights ago Jack was laid in his bed, ending a phone call with Diana at five in the morning, only to admit moments later that he does indeed hold an enraged fire of feelings for her in the pit of his stomach.
Johnson knew from the get go how Jack felt, but the confirmation of it all didn't fail to make him smile and tell him that he should go for it and date the girl who makes you blush everyday completely dismissing the fact Diana has a boyfriend, simply because he does not like Elijah.
Bianca sighed, turning herself into his arms; "But, Diana deserves better than Jack." she didn't feel as though somebody who refuses to tell her the truth is good enough to be around her best friend, even if he is responsible for the smile on her face throughout the early hours of the morning.
"Jack would put her on a solid gold pedestal and wait on her hand and foot." Johnson furled his eyebrows, knowing him better than he knows himself; "You don't know that side of Jack, his ex girlfriends don't even know that side, but Diana was his first kiss, and he was hers, hence why he is still so infatuated with her." he slipped up on one of the details he found out.
Jack refused to tell him the real reason behind the end of their friendship, but while high he did let it slip that when he was ten years old he kissed Diana, and that he has never been able to forget how her lips felt.
"Wait, what?" Bianca sat up, the bowl of popcorn falling onto the cream carpet before them; "Jack kissed Diana?" she had never heard of such a thing.
Awkwardly nodding, Johnson also sat up; "Kind of." he muttered, reaching for his shirt before one of his parents came home; "Well, they were ten and eight, but he put his lips on hers and she didn't pull back so, I guess you can say they kissed."
"Diana would have told me if that ever happened--" she protested in disbelief.
"She doesn't remember, nor is she going to remember unless Jack wants her to remember." he stood up, scooping handfuls of popcorn into the bowl, it nearing 6PM, meaning they would be leaving to hang out with Diana and Elijah soon, much to Johnson's own dismay.
He had took it upon himself to invite Jack, but he didn't want to be a fifth wheel on what sounds a hell of a lot like a double date in Red Reef park.
"But, Gilinsky will never tell her." Bianca rolled her eyes, looking around the room for her shoes; "You said it yourself the other night, he gets shy around her." she pushed her feet into her red converse, tying the laces in a bow.
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three in the morning « jack gilinsky
Fanfiction3AM is the hour of dreaming and rowdy sex with strangers, projectile vomiting into the toilet basin and the hour of crappy movies. But in the case of two teenagers, it's the hour of phone calls and confessions, the sort of conversations that leave...