𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒, 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀

3. h!ckey? oopsies

quick note — 'ymn' refers to 'your moms name' and so on for your dads name (ydn) and your last name (yln).

IT WAS A saturday night and jack was over at my house for a sleepover. we were wearing matching red plaid pj pants and twinning with new jersey devils hoodies. i might've convinced him to let me wear his favorite one...

"you look so cute in my hoodie," he said as he took a seat next to me on the couch while holding a bowl of popcorn.

i felt my cheeks flush instantly. jack and i have only been dating for three months, so i still got pretty nervous around him.

"aw someone's blushinggg," he teased me while nudging me with his elbow.

"jackkk stoppp."

he laughed. "alright alright fine."

i pressed play on the movie and dimmed the lights.

"do we have to watch this?"

"yes."

"ugh yn i don't see why we can't watch some hockey. like my highlights or something," he whined as he threw his head back onto the pillow.

i laughed. "i watch you play in person at every single one of your games, j. i think you can handle mean girls."

"i guess that's fair..."

it had been only a few minutes into the movie and jack got really bored. he kept fidgeting with the lace on his pants, leaning his head against me and sighing really loud on purpose.

"jack, it can't be that bad can it??" i asked him.

"yeah it can," he whined.

i glanced at him and shook my head, laughing to myself.

i felt him sit up and be quiet for a few seconds. i was still paying attention to the movie, when he pecked my cheek gently.

"shes totally rich because her dad invented toaster strudel," damien said from the tv.

"hm, toaster strudel. i don't even think i've ever had a piece of that," i mumbled out loud.

he kept giving me soft kisses on my cheek and then i really felt it when he moved down to my neck. i rubbed my head on my shoulder because of how ticklish i was.

"jack..." i said, softly.

he kept leaving me kisses along my jaw and neck. it became a little harder to focus on the movie.

"shouldn't you be paying attention to the movie?" i asked.

he mumbled a 'no' against my skin and then sat up for a quick second.

"i'm paying attention to something else," he shot at me and then went back to what he was doing.

i playfully rolled my eyes as he continued for a little while.

"yay! i'm so glad that movie is over," he yelled as he snuggled against me and laid his head on my chest.

"you're so mean! i couldn't even fully pay attention to it because of you, so i'm making you rewatch all of it tomorrow," i told him.

he perked his head up and looked at me. "what? no!"

"mhm."

"no! no way! i'm doing that."

"too bad."

"no! no! no!" he pouted. "that movie was stupid."

"how can you say that when you barely paid attention to it? hm?"