Omaha Imagines [completed]

//Jack Johnson//

Party friends.

{Requested}.

"Moana, I'm having a party tonight. You should come".

"I'm i-".

"Sam, there is no way I am letting my sister go to some frat party of yours", I rolled my eyes at the only Nate Maloley who you can tell is the the most protective brother ever. "Nate, aren't you going to be there? I barely get out of this houe of yours and I'm trying not to feel like a hostage".

"Fine, but only because I might just need a designated driver", I shrugged, at least I'm going to a party. "Well, lil Maloley, I'll see you later. I have someone for you to meet", Sam whispered the last part so Nate couldn't hear.

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"Hey, Nate?".

"Yeah".

"What should I wear?".

"A tracksuit", throwing a pillow at him as he passed by my bedroom door, I picked out an outfit that hopefully wouldn't cause a lot of attention towards me.

A white spaghetti strap crop top, high waisted black jeans, and a jean jacket that said Los Angeles in white bold letters on the back. "Nate, when does the party start?", he came into my room, sliding a black shirt on as I stared at him. "We can go right now".

"Alright", he grabbed the keys from his pocket locking the front door as we got out.

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"Here we are sis. The Wilkinson residence", I basically drooled at what looked like a mansion with red SOLO cups on the front lawn which in the morning would go from green to brown. Nate and I got out the car as he instantly saw Sam.

Following my brother like a lost puppy, as usual I was brought into a whole group of boys, they all looked at me, smirking or grinning. Nate gave them a warning, but we all know how boys are.

"Nate, I'm just gonna go. I feel very uncomfortable", he nodded as I turned around bumping into somebody...that had a drink which happened to fall onto my chest. "Oh, uh- I am so sorry".

"No, it's fine", he grabbed some napkins as I managed to clean at least some of me up. "Moana, meet Jack Johnson", I turned around to see Sam as he gave me a sly smile.

"Yeah, we kind of met", he laughed. "I saw", I rolled my eyes waking out the house into the fresh air which didn't smell like sweat and alcohol. As I opened the car, I heard a voice.

"Excuse me, Moana".

"Oh, it's you. Jack Johnson.", he smiled. "Listen I want to make it up to you".

"How?".

"Date. Friday night. I'll pick you up at 7".

"I can arrange something with my calendar", we said our goodbyes as I drove away, laughing.

My first actual party, 'party'.

All I want know is...what the hell just happened?

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