thunderstorms:
ship ; jolinsky
summary ; jack has had a phobia of thunderstorms ever since he has hear his first thunder. one night, his family is away and he is hanging out with his best friend g when a large thunderstorm comes through. g figures out his fear and decides to help him relax.
jack johnson's point of view;
I sat on my large bed, my best friend Jack sitting on the end of the bed. My best friend of ten years. He has been staying with me while my family is away to keep me company.
I gentle kick his back, trying to gether his attention to me. He hummed, asking me what I wanted without words. His eyes stayed on his phone.
"Come lay with me." I groan, trying to use my feet to pull him up to me.
He shut off his phone, shoving it into his coat pocket. He then took off his coat and wrapped it around the pole at the end of my bed. He was left in a white tee shirt that showed his muscular body perfectly. He crawled up to me, laying beside me. I wrap my arms around his body, snuggling into his warm, bigger body. He smelled like cologne, which was a huge attraction for me.
"You smell so good." I say, inhaling more as his arms went around my smaller body.
He smiled softly, giving me a kiss on my temple. He rubbed my back, making me slightly drowsy. I cuddled into him more as I feel a blanket go over my body. The scent, the warmth, the dim lighting coming from the small light from the sky into my room, and the silence was so peaceful. I found my comfortable spot quickly with the whole setting.
I softly fall into a peacful sleep, Jack massaging my hair. He gently tugged at the clumps of hair. His fingers massaged my scalp. Jack and I were always close enough to cuddle or sleep together. He was always there to make me feel confident or comfortable with myself. I was just me around him.
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I was awoken from a loud, blaring sound of thunder. I jump up, waking up Jack who laid beside me.
"Did you hear that?" I ask him, starting to twiddle my fingers.
Jack stood up, stretching while walking to the window. He grabbed the strings to open the blinds, pulling them up. Quick, large drops of rain hit my window every millisecond. A large blare of thunder went off again.
"I love thunderstorms." I hear Jack say.
I hated thunderstorms so much. I could never find peace. As the thunder got louder, I started to shake. A lump grew into my throat that I nervously tried to swallow.
"Jack are you cold?" He asked me.
I nodded, getting back under the blanket. I feel a hand on my back and the bed dip.
"What's the matter?" He asked me.
I sniffle, a tear going down my cheek.
"I'm scared of thunderstorms." I say quickly.
It was silent for a moment. I wipe my eyes and feel a body turn me. I was laying on my back facing Jack, who looked down at me.
"Aw Jack." He whispered, rubbing my hair in a stroking motion.
I let out more tears into his lap as he stroked my hair. I sniffled a sob, leaning up and hugging him. He hugged me back, aweing sympathetically.
