Jack Johnson imagines

forget me not.

Request: Could you do a Jack Johnson fight imagine where he forgets their anniversary?

When I woke up this morning, I fully expected the day to be filled with love and maybe even gifts, but instead all I received was the absence of my very own boyfriend. The worst part? He hardly acknowledged me, let alone what the date was. I knew Jack was clueless sometimes, but I didn't think he'd be the one to forget his own anniversary.

He and the boys were out doing God knows what all day, and now that it's nearing eleven o'clock at night, they're finally back. I heard their chatters as they entered the house while I stayed put at the kitchen table, reluctant to eat my dinner. The Jacks soon entered, and they seemed startled by my appearance.

"Oh hey, babe, I didn't know you were still up." Johnson said with the utmost casualness as he came over to kiss the top of my head.

"Mhm." I hummed, pressing my lips into a tight line. Even with my bitter aura, he didn't seem to notice. "Did you guys have fun?" I questioned, my tone icy. I caught Gilinsky's gaze, and he rose his eyebrows questioningly, but I just rolled my eyes.

"Yeah... So.. I'm gonna go back to the guys." He spoke with hesitance before dipping out of the kitchen. Johnson was in his own little world as he made himself a sandwich.

"Don't know what that was about. Anyway," He turned towards me, plate in hand as he walked over and sat in the chair next to me. "Today was dope. We spent a little time in the studio, but mostly it was just the guys hanging out, you know, doing hoodrat stuff." He flashed a stupid grin, knowing that would make me laugh any other time. But now, I just stared at him. He picked up rather quickly, a frown etching onto his lips. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask the date today?" I snapped, crossing my arms tightly against my chest.

"It's June twelfth.. What does that mean? Is it somebody's birthday? I mean, I know it's not yours–"

"It's our anniversary!" I shouted, probably loud enough for the whole house to hear me. I was so fed up with how oblivious he was.

"Oh.. Man... Babe, I completely forgot."

"Yeah, no shit." I rolled my eyes to overshadow how upset I was. I couldn't care less about any gift he could ever give me; I just wanted to spend time with him.

"I just– I didn't think anniversaries were your thing. I mean, I know they're supposed to be special and all, but I didn't think it was like us to care about how long we've been together, so I never remembered the date."

"Well they are my thing! Jesus, after a year, I thought you'd know me better." Even based on assumptions, his reasoning wasn't up to par. Just because he thought it didn't matter, doesn't mean he shouldn't have tried to do something.

"That's a little harsh, isn't it? It's not that big a deal, babe.. We can celebrate tomorrow. I'll take you–"

"It's not the celebration that I care about, Jack!" I gave him an incredulous look. "It's the fact that you never cared enough to remember the day we became a couple. How could possibly think that something special like that wasn't 'my thing'?"

"Well you never mentioned it! This whole week, you could have said something, and I would've set something up for us! I always do!" His voice was raising, and for some reason, that angered me even more. Why was he yelling? He had nothing to be upset about.

"Are you trying to blame this on me?" I rose my eyebrows. "It's not my fucking job to remind you of things like this. You're supposed to know on your own! You know, I waited all day for you. I waited and waited and waited for something to happen. Anything. I even psyched myself up with the idea of you pretending to forget but in reality having a huge surprise. But no, instead you just come home with your stupid crew and go on in your oblivious world."

"It's not my fault you have such high expectations of me." was all he said. I couldn't even look at him after that. Without another word, I pushed myself away from the table and stormed out of the house. I was in no way stable enough to drive anywhere, so I simply sat myself at the end of the driveway.

High expectations. Pfft. My expectations were probably the lowest they could be for a guy. All I wanted was some acknowledgement of today. Is it really that hard for boys to remember the date? The way Jack reacted to my outburst made me feel like a fool. As if I wasn't important enough to remember. It broke my heart, really. My anger was beginning to subside and a certain sadness flooded my emotions. If he didn't care enough to remember today, was he even serious about us? Did anything in our relationship matter? All these questions fueled my insecurity, and soon enough I was a crying mess. I felt even more pathetic about the fact that I was out in the open rather than in a secluded room.

Inevitably, I heard the front door open, but assuming that it was just the boys coming out to go back home, I didn't budge. I doubted that they'd even notice my ball of a body curled up on the curb. To my surprise, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I flinched in response.

"Y/N." I heard Jack's voice. For a split moment, I felt a spark of anger resurfacing, but as I thought about the previous events, I reverted back to my shell of sadness.

"What?" I sniffled, pulling my knees up to my chest and burying my face between them.

"It's getting cold. Come back inside with us, please." His voice was soft, a significant difference from his cold and uncaring tone beforehand.

"What do you care? It's not like anything matters between us anymore, right?" I admit, I was still a little bit bitter about the fact. I thought it'd be best to be cold now than let it hurt me more later. I heard a sigh, and then felt Jack's body heat beside me.

"Babe, I don't know what I was saying earlier. It was stupid shit. But don't go thinking that I don't care about you or us. I do care. I care so much. It's just– Sometimes I'm forgetful about things I care about."

"I know." I mumbled, but I still refused to let up. I had to be stubborn and make sure that he knew he wasn't going to get it easy if this ever happened again.

"To be honest, my argument was bullshit. I was just making up stupid excuses to cover my guilt for forgetting. I'm the worst with dates, you know that. And I know that's no excuse on my part, because I should remember the best day of my life." And he's got me hooked. With great hesitance, I turned my head towards him, and he smiled softly. "Actually, the second best day of my life." I gave him a questioning look, and he laughed a little. "The first was when I met you." I couldn't help but roll my eyes, although a distant smile curled on my lips.

"Don't be such a cheeseball." I nudged his shoulder. We both knew I secretly loved it, though. He let out a laugh as he put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him.

"For real though, I'm sorry, babe. For being an ass hat and for forgetting our anniversary. Can I make it up to you?" Well I wasn't going to deny an offer like that...

"A little celebration never hurt anybody.." I said as if it didn't matter much to me.

"Alright, then tomorrow night. I'm taking you on the best date ever. It'll blow any date that's ever existed out of the park. That's how serious it is." Despite his sincerity, I laughed and shook my head.

"It doesn't have to be that big.. I'm just happy that you care." I looked up at him and pressed a small kiss to his jawline. "And I forgive you."

"Go big or go home, baby." He shrugged.

"Okay, well, if this ever happens again, just know that your ass is going home."

He laughed, but then with the utmost serious eyes, he said, "Don't worry. When we're married, I'll make sure our anniversaries are the best days of your life."