No Strings Attached ; j.g

t w e n t y - s e v e n

Jack said goodbye to the hippies as I walked to the car. Once he climbed in I started to ask him something. "So, what do you wanna do now?" I ask, I was bored.

"Well, I'm gonna take you home, then I have to run some errands," he answered as he put the car in reverse.

"Can I come with you?" I whine.

"Nope, top secret."

"Jack! That just makes me want to come even more!" I beg.

"No can do, sorry," he acts like its hard for him to say no. I give him the puppy face but he doesn't fall for it. "Nice try."

"Please, why can't I come?" I ask.

"It's just some errands, nothing important, okay?" he says a little annoyed. "Just drop it," he faked a smile and kissed my cheek.

We sat in silence until he dropped me off. I don't know why he couldn't tell me. I sat around his house for a few minutes before I decided to make pancakes.

I grabbed his laptop and downloaded Spotify, the only app I actually knew of. I played Bob Marley as I looked for the ingredients.

Eggs? Pancakes needed eggs right? Flour, milk, vanilla, what else? I mixed up a bunch of dry ingredients that I thought pancakes would need with my hands. I itched my cheek, then realized that I had flour on my hands. Oops.

I mixed everything else together and poured small circles onto a hot skillet. I looked for a spatula, which was quite hard to find. I searched and searched and eventually resorted to a fork, which was a bad idea.

I tried flipping the pancakes, but they were stuck. I scraped it up and flipped it, come to find out that part of it was burnt. I sighed, and started to flip another. Another one started to get a bubble from the heat. I quickly tried to flip it, but it busted and pancake goo got all over my shirt and cheek. I frowned and turned off the skillet. I tried to clean everything up, but Jack walked in.

"What the h-" I turned around and he stared at me hard, he began to laugh.

"It's not funny," I frowned.

"Aww, baby," he laughed and hugged me.

"I don't know how to make pancakes," I made a sad puppy face.

"Obviously," he laughed. I wiped the pancake goo off of my face and wiped it on his. He licked it and wiped the pancake mix off of my chest and licked that too. "Well the mix off of your boob tastes fine, you just don't know how to flip them," he laughs again. "C'mon, let's clean this up, I have somewhere to take you."

We clean up everything quickly and he promises to teach me how to cook some other time. He looks at my shirt and I look down. "I'll go change," I laugh. I quickly change and wipe off my face. "So where are we going?"

"I'm not gonna tell you, you'll see," he smiles. "You're going to love it, though."

He drives down the familiar roads and we eventually get to the beach, where the hippies are waiting outside of the closed up van. The only one I don't see is Ziggy, and of course, Koi.

"C'mon," Jack urges. We get out of the car after he parks and greet the hippies. They're all smiling cheekily.

"What's goin on?" I ask, confused as ever.

"Well, Ziggy and Jack talked," Misty started. "Ziggy told Jack how much you loved Doobie, along with his hair and his cute little dreads. He told him how much you guys got along, and since you can't come with us on the road this time, well..." she trailed off and whistled. Ziggy came around the corner and a little fur ball was running to keep up with him. "Jack and Ziggy got you a puppy!"

My jaw dropped and I crouched down. "Awww," I cooed. "Boy or girl?" I asked.

"Boy, and we didn't pick a name," Ziggy answered. I looked at the cream-colored puppy, that was a little lighter colored than Doobie, and then back up at all of their smiling faces.

((A/N: the puppy is a golden doodle and he looks like the puppy in the picture above.))

"I want you guys to help me pick," I smile. I picked up the puppy so we could all get a good look at him. We fired names back and forth until we came down to two.

"Dude or Augie?"

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I write A LOT, so by the time this is actually published, I'll probably have like 20+ chapters written.