Jack Gilinsky

Foreign

"Babe?" Jack said. I looked up at him. We were having sushi on his bed while watching Family Guy. Relationship goals, am I right?

"Hmm?"

"No," he whined. "say what's up." I furrowed my brows and cocked my head. "What?"

"Why do you want me to say that?"

"It sounds fun." He dryly responded while sipping his coke. I chuckled and shook my head while continuing to eat my noodles. Jack looked at me impatiently. "Do it!" He shouted.

"Calm your ass down, Gilinsky!" I sighed. "What's up." I said with no emotion.

"Babe," Jack whined once again. "say it like you're asking it."

"Jack," it was my turne to whine now. "you're being such a little shit." He chuckled.

"So, tell me about Australia." He said while trying to say 'Australia' in his best Aussie 'accent'. "Is it like really hot there? Like 24/7?" Suddenly I felt like Jack was a curious thirteen year-old, asking her best friend about her 'first date'.

"No, it is not. We also have winter, you know."

"Then what do the surfers do when it's winter and cold?"

"Not everyone is a surfer, Jack." He widened his eyes at my respond. I rolled my eyes at him. "You're being so stupid. It's like when I say that every American eats bacon."

"Partly true." He shrugged. "But babe-"

"Stop whining!" He laughed and pulled me in his arms. "Three things I want to say: one, we do not go to work on kangaroos," Jack chuckled. "two, not everyone's a drunk fuck. Last but not least, we don't own koala's."

"Okay, that already explained a lot of questions." I widened my eyes at him, gasping a little.

"You really thought-"

"I'm playing with you, baby." He laughed. "Of course I know all of that shit ain't true."

"Thank God, I was almost going to break up with you." I sighed out of relief.

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm." I saw Jack gasping from the corner of my eye. "Kidding." I said while lightly punching his arm. He rolled his eyes at me.

"I do have one serious question," I looked up at him. "so what the fuck is that Vegemite thing?"