Forgotten•J.G

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August 12, 2015
Mercedes

I was sitting in our living room when I heard the song your love then being aquatinted by a Pantless Jack in his large white shirt and socks with his Rolling Stones boxers and a wooden stirring spoon in his hand. He was sliding across the wooden floors and singing, well lip singing the song. By now I was laughing uncontrollably and almost started crying. Every fibre in me was enjoying this sight.

I don't want to lose your love tonight
I just want to use your love tonight

This reminded me of my dad and the amazing mornings we used to have. My dad would just be a huge goofball and not care about anyone but that changed when he got his new job. I would text him on every holiday and his birthday too but he would never even read it, dick bag. After he left I was in a dark place but every good memory was with him, like I mean everything.

Jack and I had bought a house together and moved in and have been for about two years. After that one night at the club I had wanted to go home, but I stayed at jacks for the night then we went to my house to actually drop me off but I didn't see Karina anywhere. We kept checking up on the house but after a month or so of not seeing her I just took all the money, Passwords, and everything else and packed up, selling the house. Jack had offered to let me live with him but his apartment was too small, so sense I had a good amount of cash we bought a house together. To me Jack is a friend with some benefits or a really low key boyfriend, but sometimes we make out on occasion. We have a great bond but lately he's been goofier then usual. It was only around eleven in the morning and he was just in his shirt, boxers, and socks. I started to join him and realized that I was in the same attire as him. Just socks, his shirt, his washed boxers and a sports bra, well shit. He just laughed at me, falling on the floor as his face turning red and his eyes becoming glossed. I broke down in fits of laughter and joined him on the floor. Then he looked at me, not just any look. But the look, the I'm going to tickle the shit out of you look. I slowly scooted away hitting the back wall. Jack had stood up and took long strides over to me, smirking he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I was pounding on his back and kicking my legs, he just shrugged and dropped me.

"That hurt you hoe."

He held his hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt by my selection of words.

"For that language you shall be punished." He began tickling me as I began squirming away I had tried to get up but he had picked me up and carried me upstairs, throwing me onto his bed. I grabbed pillows, chucking one by one of them at him. He of course not caring, had just kept walking towards me. I went to grab another pillow and when I turned back around he was gone. Le pwef goes Jack, I called out his name confused, when all of a sudden he popped out from under the bed and on the other side as he began tickling me even more.

By this time my sides hurt and my sock was on the other side of the room. (Have you had that while sleeping, like you fall asleep with two and wake up with one)
He had been laughing and was now taking a nap while I was sprawled over him and napping too.

"Sweet dreams princess."

"Good night Jack"
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If you haven't noticed there was a time jump and this was a filler