Preference/Imagines for Omaha Squad

Jack Johnson Imagine

          You were dating Jack Johnson from the infamous Jack and Jack for about six months. You were sure that you have fallen in love with him but he hasn't said it to you yet. Three words, eight letters. He would always tell you that he was glad that he made you his, or how grateful he was for you, but never that he loved you.

          You were thinking about this as you drove to Jack's house. You couldn't think about anything else. That was all that was on your mind. Tears started to form in your eyes. Maybe he doesn't love me. Maybe he wants to break up.

          You pulled into Jack's driveway, you shut off your car and then wiped your tears. You hesitated and debated whether you should get out of the car. You took a deep breath and opened the car door. You were getting answers tonight. 

          You knocked on Jack's door and waited a few moments before the door opened. It wasn't Johnson who answered though, it was his best friend, Jack Gilinsky. 

          "Hey y/n." Gilinsky said as he engulfed me in a hug. I smiled at him before hugging him back. I let go and immediately got worried. 

          "Where is Jack, I need to talk to him." I said very seriously, tears starting to form. 

          Gilinsky looked extremely uncomfortable as soon as he saw tears. "He is upstairs in his room." I gave him a half smile and trudged my way up the stairs. 

           As soon as I got to Jack's door, I hesitated before knocking. I didn't want him to break up with me over this. But I needed to know how he felt, today. I finally got the courage and knocked on his door. 

          I heard shuffling and a few moments later, a very disheveled and tired looking Johnson, popped his head out. He looked annoyed that someone would wake him up, but his face lit up when he saw who was at his door. 

          He opened his door and smiled widely. I took in his appearance and gulped. He was wearing just a pair of basketball shorts and they were pretty low on his waist. He saw me staring and smirked.

          "I- I- I hope I'm not disturbing your sleep." I said nervously. He searched for answers on my face before a concerned look crossed his face. 

          "Baby, what's wrong?" he said to me as he took my face into his hands. I pulled away and sat on his bed. "I need to talk to you." I said, tears threatening to fall.  

           "Please tell me you are not breaking up with me." He said, a terrified look showed on his face. 

           "I am not breaking up with you. I want to know why you never tell me you love me. Do you see us going anywhere? Do you want to break up with me? I hope not because Jack Edward Johnson, I have fallen so in love with you and- " 

          I was stopped mid sentence when Jack pressed his lips to mine. Before I had a chance to respond, Johnson pulled away, and gave me a goofy smile.

          "I love you too, (y/n). It took me so long to tell you because I was scared you wouldn't say it back. But I am so fucking in love with you that it hurts."

          You smiled and pressed your lips to his once more.