hotline bling » jack gilinsky

ten

as i'm about to leave, johnson bursts through the door, panting. he holds three grocery bags full of ingredients. he's actually going to cook instead of going out to eat? that's new.

"thank god, you're still here." he breathes. "can you cook me and naomi dinner for tonight? she likes guys who cook, so i told her that i would make us dinner."

"and you want me to make it because you can't cook anything but boxed mac and cheese, right?" i raise and eyebrow and he nods.

"please, i bought everything." he begs.

i roll my eyes, motioning for him to take everything into the kitchen. it's 4 pm. might as well start now. i look through all of the brown plastic bags and i see potatoes, meat, and vegetables.

"what do you want me to make?" i ask him, lifting up the meat.

"a steak dinner?"

"oh, duh." i snort.

i can't say that i can't cook for my life, because i can. i just don't because it's too time consuming and travis makes most of the food we eat. i'm just doing this because i've got nothing else to do and johnson's nice to me. i should be nice back.

i start by taking everything out of the bags and johnson leaves me in the kitchen alone. i decide to play music from my phone to make things more entertaining. loud footsteps boom into the kitchen.

"you're still here?" jack's low voice asks.

"yeah, i'm cooking." i sigh.

he strides over to me, watching me cut the vegetables. his slides his arms around my waist, securely.

"for us?" he ignorantly asks and i push him off.

bipolar.

"no, for j and naomi." i inform him.

"what about me?" jack's eyebrows furrow. "i can't just starve."

"go buy some food?" i say as more of a question.

"want to go out and eat with me tonight?" he asks and i shrug, continuing to cook. "don't be like that." he murmurs, touching me again.

this time, he hugs me from behind, resting his chin on top of my shoulder. he's distracting me so much.

"i'll pay for us." he adds.

"that's not going to instantly make me tag along." i tell him.

"damn, it usually makes people change their minds." he mutters. "why do you hate me?"

i sigh, "i don't hate you, jack."

"then come on a date with me. it'll be just like old times." his lips curl into a small smile as he reminisces.

just like old times...

i shrug my shoulders, "i'll think about it. just let me cook for j first."

i take a quick glimpse at jack over my shoulder and he nods, letting go of me and walking towards the barstool to sit. great, now i have an audience of one watching me.

"can i help you?" i ask.

jack shakes his head, "no, just watching. that's all."

"if i go to dinner with you tonight, will you not bother me and wait for me to bother you?"

"depends." he smirks.

"on what?" my eyebrows furrow as i stop chopping the vegetables.

"if you suck my dick after dinner or not." he jokes.