Jack and Jack Imagines

First Date - Gilinsky

"Hey there," I call out, walking into the dog park.

Anima's sniffing along happily next to me, barely noticing when I tug on her leash lightly to lead her in the right direction.

"Hey," Jack calls back from his spot on top of the picnic table.

"Who's this?" I ask, stopping in front of the table and bending down to scratch the top of the dog's head.

He wags his tail at me.

"This is Jeremy," I grin up at Jack as he tells me the dog's name and he laughs. "I know, I told him to give the dog a semi-normal name but he refused."

"Well, I did bring gifts for them," I stand up, clicking Anima's leash off of her collar.

I sit down on the picnic table next to Jack and we watch as the two dogs sniff each other, curious about each other.

I pull my purse in front of me and pull out two tennis balls. I pass one to Jack.

"Whoever throws it farther gets this," I hold up a box of orange Tic-Tacs, "Box of Tic-Tacs."

"Oh it's on," he challenges. "On the count of three. One, two, three."

We throw the tennis balls and the dogs go running after them.

Jack's tennis ball lands about ten feet in front of mine.

"Look who won," he looks over at me and smirks.

"It was close," I grin slyly, passing him the box of Tic-Tacs.

He opens it and dumps a few in his hand.

"You might not want to eat them, though. I don't know how old they are," I pull the ball from Anima's mouth and Jack grabs the one from Jeremy's.

"Didn't you buy it?" He asks as we throw the balls.

"Yeah, but I don't know when. I found it when I was cleaning out my car for the first time in a year," I smirk over at him and he laughs.

"Well there goes my prize." He dumps the Tic-Tacs back in and closes the top, setting it on the picnic table next to him.

"You can still use the box," we throw the balls for the dogs again.

"For what?"

"You could put Tylenol and Ibuprofen in it for when you're traveling and get a headache," I suggest. "Unless that's just a girl thing."

"That's not the kind of sickness I'm gonna have while traveling," he denies.

"What do you mean?" I frown, making eye contact with those brown eyes.

"Well I'm gonna be lovesick. I'll need your kisses," he smirks and I blush, rolling my eyes and looking away.

The dogs gave up on us, instead deciding to chase each other around the park.

"I think I'm even getting sick right now," he grasps his chest, acting like he's gasping for air.

"Jack."

"Jack stop."

He doesn't stop, a smile tugging at his lips.

I sigh in fake annoyance, leaning over him to rest on hand on the picnic bench on the other side of his body.

My lips meet his and his hands reach up to wrap around my waist.

Our lips move against each other, sparks going off.

I pull back and return to my original position.

"Better?"

"I don't think so," he gives me a cheeky smirk and I smack his arm playfully.