No Strings Attached ; j.g

t h i r t y - f o u r

"We should leave by nine so we can get there around ten, it's eight right now, so get ready," Jack tells me. We were going to a New Years party. I put on tight ripped jeans and a stussy shirt with some white vans. Jack walked in as I was getting dressed. He looked me up and down, "daaaaamnn Daniel!"

I busted out laughing, not realizing that I had done that. "That was good," I kissed his cheek.

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Jack grabbed my hand as we were walking in, he had on a stussy shirt too. "I'll introduce you to some people," Jack told me. We walked inside, it was packed full of people. "Hey, you remember Alexis, right?" my eyes followed Jack's voice and I met Jack Johnson's gaze.

"Of course I do," he smiled.

"Hi," I smiled back. "Can we get something to drink?" I asked Jack.

"Yeah, sure," I follow him into another room, wall to wall with sweaty, dancing people. "Here," he hands me a drink. "It's beer, but I put some juice in there to sweeten it," he smiles.

He introduces me to a few more people, and eventually, I lose him. I dance around the other sweaty bodies, avoiding the drunk horny guys.

I dance my way out of the crowd and find Jack. The whole room started chanting. "5...4...3!...2!!...1! HAPPY NEW YEAAAAR!" the whole house shook with yelling and cheering. Jack pulled me close to him and smashed his lips against mine. Our lips moved in sync and he slid his tongue into my mouth. I smelled the bear on his breath.

"Follow me," he whispered. He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. We went inside an empty bedroom. He shut and locked the door. He pushed himself against me and kissed me roughly.

"Jack," I said pushing him away. "You're drunk," I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Not that drunk," he kissed my lips softly. "Come here," he says. He grabs my hand and leads me to a window. He opens it and the rush of cold air smacked me in the face. We climb out the window, he climbs up on to the highest point. I follow him carefully.

"What're we doing up here?" I ask.

"Every year-" he puts his arm around my shoulder. "The house down there-" he points. "Lights off fireworks. I wanted you to be able to see them, they're pretty. Like you," he slurs and grins at me.

"You're so drunk," I laugh.

"Hey, a drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts," he kisses my cheek. "I mean, when I'm sober, I think about getting in your pants. When I'm drunk, I think about getting in your pants, but you still won't let me," he chuckles.

"Well maybe if you weren't drunk off your ass," I laugh and playfully push him.

"Oh no!!!" he pretends to fall and laughs, but as he's messing around, he actually falls. "Shit!" he tumbles down the roof and disappears.

"Jack!" I called as I carefully climbed down. I looked over the edge.

"I'm good!" he calls back and raises his empty beer bottle. "Aw, my beers gone," he whined. I laughed and climbed down the side of the house. I jump down the last few feet and find Jack in the bushes.

"Let's get you home," I laugh. I drive us back to Jack's parents house walk him inside. "Aw, your cheek is all scratched up, babe. Come here," I lead him to the bathroom and he sits on the bathroom counter. I find some stuff to clean it up and a towel. I put peroxide on a cotton ball and rub it on his face.

"Oww," he frowns.

"I'm sorry, I gotta clean it up," I continue to clean it until it's good and clean. "There," I smiled.

"Thank you," he smiled. "You're such a good girlfriend. I love you," he says in a baby voice and giggles.

"Well you're a good boyfriend," I kiss his cheek.

"Ouch," he winces.

"Sorry!" we both laugh and he kisses my nose this time.