Jack Gilinsky

Awkward, Hot Stranger

I got off the Coachella stage and met some fans for a little while. It was incredible, performing at Coachella.

When I was having a little Meet & Greet, a group of boys my age walked towards me. They were cute.

One was a little smaller than the rest and blonde and had a cute hat on, the other next to him was also blonde and was wearing a snapback, the third guy was a brunette with tattoos. They were good looking but there was one boy that stood out.

Especially because he looked incredibly awkward, but hot at the same time.

A fan reached out of me again, snapping me out of my thoughts. But I could not stop thinking about the guy.

"Just fucking go." A pretty deep voice said.

While I was smiling and hugging people, all I could hear was that conversation, "Dude, she's not a demon or some shit. Don't be such a pussy."

The fans left and I turned to the way where the voices were coming from.

When I turned around and saw the boys really close to me, I walked towards them and said, "Hi."

They politely greeted me except for the awkward hot guy. He said, "Shit."

I frowned. "Oh, that's- that's not what I wanted to say. I- Holy shit, it's actually you." Then I chuckled at his cute fangirl behavior.

"I'm Nate Maloley." The boy with the tattoos said. "This is Sam," he pointed to the blonde with the cap. "and they're Jack and Jack."

"Jack and Jack?" I repeated.

"I'm Johnson, he's Gilinsky." The blonde 'Jack' nonchalantly said.

"Gilinsky wants to ask you out." Sam said while nudging Jack Gilinsky.

"No, he doesn't!" The man himself said.

"He doesn't?" I asked, getting a little disappointed.

"No, I do!"

"But you said like a second ago that you didn't." Johnson smugly smiled.

"I do, but I don't!" Gilinsky was getting a little stressed out, I noticed.

"What?" We all said in sync.

I started laughing and shook my head, "God. I'm gonna punch all of you." He said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You want to punch a girl?" Nate gasped overly done.

"No! For God's sake," Jack sighed. "y/n," he kindly smiled, making me feel weird inside. "can I talk to you alone?"

I nodded and we walked to a spot not so crowded, "I'm so sorry for my friends." was the first thing he said.

"It's okay, they're funny." I smiled.

He bit licked his lips and looked around him to avoid any awkwardness. But that was definitely not working.

Out of a sudden he said, "Look, I fucking love your music and I- I think you're pretty hot, even hotter in real, you know and I just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out sometime." He said in one breath; looking terrified for his life.

"Of course."

"What?" His head shot up, "What? Really? Seriously?"

"Yeah." I kindly smiled at Jack. "You seem really cool, well, once we're comfortable with each other."

He nodded, "I'm cool, yeah. We cool. We could be cool friends. Yeah."

I gave him a weird look, "I better shut up and," he slowly walked away, "just go back to my friends."

"Jack, wait!" I yelled. He stopped right away, "You forgot my number."