wrong number ; j.g

18

I pulled my vibrating phone out of my back pocket and slide the button over to answer.

"Yo," I say as I answer.

"Babes, where are youuuuuuu?" Jack asks me in a sad voice.

"Grocery shopping," I say as I grab a pack of juice boxes.

"Oh, good. You're out of pizza rolls," he says, and I can tell he's chewing his food.

"Jack, are you in my kitchen?"

"No," he says. "I'm in your living room."

I grab a big jug of pineapple juice, and as I am about to put it in the cart, it slips out of my hand and lands in the cart.

"What was that?" Jack asks.

"I accidentally dropped the pineapple juice," I reply.

"Pineapple juice? What's that for?" he asks as he giggles.

"To drink?"

"Ohhhhh," he says, and I hear him laugh.

"What?" I ask. "Jack, why are you laughing?"

"You don't know what pineapple juice does, do you?" he asks through his fits of laughter.

"I know that it makes my taste buds tingle," I say, confused.

"It makes you taste good," he says as he continues to laugh at my innocence.

"JACK! Ew," I yell into the phone as we both laugh. "Let me finish shopping, I'll be home soon."

"Aww, okay," he says sadly. "Hurry up, I miss you. And don't forget the pizza rolls!"

-

I grab all seven bags out of my car at once, because making more than one trip wasn't an option.

I opened the front door, "Jack!" I walk inside and kick the door shut, "a little help please."

Jack didn't come downstairs, so I put the groceries up by myself. I went upstairs with a glass of pineapple juice.

When I opened my door, I saw Jack laying on my bed. I walked over and crawled on top of him. I sat there and sipped the pineapple juice through a straw.

"Thanks for helping," I said sarcastically.

"You're welcome," he says.

He stares up at me with his bottom lip sticking out more than the top one.

"I want a drink," he opens his mouth and I let him have some. "That's good," he says and sits up.

I scoot back off of his lap and in between his legs.

"I want to ask you something," he says.

"Sure."

"Do you want to come to Nebraska with me, just for a couple of days?" he asks.

"Nebraska? To see your family?"

"Well, I'll go see my mom and dad, but my friends are going to have a little get together. I want to take you with me," he smiles.

"Um, J-Jack I'm not too sure if they would l-"

"I already asked them if it was cool to bring you, and they don't mind," he interrupts. "As long as its okay with you and your parents."

"If it's okay with my parents, I guess."

"W-well, I mean, do you want to go?" he asks. "If not, that's okay."

"Yeah, I'll go," I smile. "Why me, though?"

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Like, why do you want to take me?"

"I feel normal around you. I can be myself around you, and I trust you," he smiles. "I really like that were friends."

I smile at him and sip the rest of the pineapple juice.

"You got pizza rolls, right?" he asks.

"Yes, I live off of pizza rolls," I giggle.

"Well, ask your parents," he says excitedly. "Come on! Come on!"

"Okay, okay," I say as I unlock my phone.

I dialed my mom's number and pressed 'call.'

"Hello?" I hear her say.

"Mom?"

"What, Ana?" she asks hatefully.

"Ooh, put it on speaker," Jack whispers.

"Ana, who was that?" I hear my dad ask.

"Mom, can I go to Nebraska with a friend? For a couple of days?" I ask, hesitantly.

"Who's your friend?" she asks.

"Jack," I answer, fearing what she'd say.

"Tell her I want you to meet my mom and dad, and that were staying with them," Jack whispers.

"He wants me to meet his parents, we're staying with them," I tell her.

"Ana, I don't care. Do what you want. You're interrupting my vacation!" she yells and then hangs up.

"YAY!" Jack screams.

I sit my phone down and give him a weak smile.

"W-what's wrong?" he looks at me concerned.

"Nothing," I smile.

"Ana," he lifts my chin and stares into my eyes. "Is it your parents?"

I nod my head a little and give another weak smile.

"They've always been like that," I shrug. "It just kind of feels like she doesn't give a shit, you know?"

"I'm sorry," he looks at me sadly. "Hug?"

A smile spreads across my face and and pulls me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his sides and lay in his chest. He plays with my hair.

"I'm always here for you, if you want to talk about it, you know?" Jack tells me.

"Thanks," I say.

I wasn't going to actually talk to him about it. I wasn't going to talk to anyone about it. It gets annoying, just listening to my problems. And I don't even have it that bad.

//

Hope you guys like itttttt. vote pls