Tattooed Tears (A Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction) ❤︎

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*JACK'S POINT OF VIEW*

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She is amazing. Beautiful. Funny. Kind. I mean, I know the second I saw her at the grocery store, I knew she was a beautiful girl. I just thought it was one of those things where you see a beautiful girl and you're like, 'oh she's pretty' and then you never see her again. First, we meet in the grocery store, then we meet again, all alone, while we're both jogging. If that isn't fate then I don't know what is. I jog every single day. No one is ever there. And then one day, there's the pretty girl. It's fate, it can't not be. 

Like I'm not the kind of person who just sees a girl and is in love. I don't believe in love at first sight. I've never been in love. Ever. Like, not to brag or anything, but people want me. I know, I know that sounds terrible. But I'm not wrong. All the girls stare at me like I'm the last piece of chocolate cake. Girls have asked ME out. Girls make talk with me. And I don't make talk back. I'm not gay or anything, it's just all girls are the same. They all want the same thing. That's not what I want. I'm not that guy that meets a girl and falls into bed with her. I want to fall in love first. No girl at this school is like that. 

She's different. The good different. She talked to me and got to know me. She smiles and laughs with me, not looks me up and down and smirks at me. She's a person, like a real person. A person who likes me for me, not my body or face or anything else. She wants to be my friend and she cares about me, I can just tell. She makes me feel some type of way. She's cute, she's funny, she's perfect. 

Like I said before, I'm not a sucker for love, but I sure as hell cannot tell what this feeling inside my body is. It's that butterfly crap that love stories have. And I'm turning into a hot mess after one day with this girl.

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"Yo, Jack. Earth to Jack." 

I turned my head to Skate. 

"What?" I asked.

"What's happening in Jacklandia? You're out of it bro." Johnson asked.

"I'm fine. Just tired." I replied.

It's been a nice day at school, let me say. I spent most of the day with Dani. I introduced her to my friends, Johnson and Skate. She seemed to get along really well with them. That's a bonus. My friends are hard to understand sometimes.

Johnson and Skate are my friends. We've kind of all been friends for quite a while. They're my dorm-mates. Johnson and I grew up together. Our parents went to high school together so they hung out one day, all together with their kids and well, Johnson and I just kind of became friends. 

My eldest sister was throwing sand at me in the playground outside my mom and dad's friends' house and a tiny blonde boy marched right over and pushed her into the sand. He told her "Down't do dat to your bruder," with a furrowed brow. 

We've been friends ever since. 

Johnson's name is Jack. We're Jack and Jack. But it gets incredibly confusing when someone says 'Hey Jack' and we both respond 'yeah?' So he's Johnson.  I think he likes being called Johnson, anyway.

Skate is our friend we met in second grade. His real name is Nate Maloley. He's a cool dude. Very unproblematic and chill. He's been our friend since the beginning. He's the exact opposite of me. He sees a girl and knows what he wants, and what he's getting. But he's my friend so I could care less and really don't want to know any details. Even though he gives me details sometimes. A little too much. 

I introduced Dani to Johnson and Skate at lunch today, since she would be sitting with us. I warned her that they bite. And by them, I mean Skate. Like, if he doesn't think I saw him check her out and smirk, earlier, he's wrong. As I said, he's a player. And I'm a competitive person. He will not lay a finger on Danielle and if he does, God mercy he better hope he has hospital insurance. 

"Spacing out again, bro. What's on your mind?" Johnson said as he did his math homework. We just got out of school, and we usually play some soccer after dinner, so we get kicking on homework beforehand.

"Nothing important," I looked down at my homework, pretending to be interested in it. 

"Dude, we know exactly what's up with you." Skate patted my back and I looked up.

"What?"

"Gilinsky is a lovesick puppy," Skate smirked at me, looking like some kind of proud dad.

"Am not."

"Yes, you are. You're into Danielle," Johnson said, knowing automatically. 

"Where did you hear that?" I shrugged it off my shoulder nonchalantly.

"I can tell by your face," Skate leaned back on his elbows, smirking at me. 

"We're just really close friends, that's all. I just met her today," I looked back down at my homework and attempted to focus.

"So you wouldn't mind if I took her out tonight?" My head flew up and I glared at a smirking Skate.

"You better not do that," I whipped my head up. 

"I'm kidding, Jack, I just wanted an answer and I got it," Skate smirked and my whole body relaxed.

"As I said, lovesick puppy," Johnson laughed and continued doing whatever he was doing on his phone.

"Whatever," I let out a little smile.

"Jack knows what he wants and he won't stop until he gets it," Skate grinned and I sighed. He won't leave this alone, will he?

"You make me sound like a player," I told him, pulling out my phone.

"Well do you want her?" Johnson asked me.

"Not in that way. Well, I mean, yes in that way too. But not just that way." My head was spinning. 

Oi Vey.