Omaha Imagines [completed]

//Jack Gilinsky//

Mad.

"She just doesn't understand, Jack. My grandma doesn't know you like I do, I mean the only bad thing you've ever done is accidently stole a car (who remembers that vine!?) and accidently stole a sweatshirt. I mean my grandma doesn't know she-".

"Y/n, babe, I know I said your cute and all when your mad, and you are you really are, but it's not good for you, dear".

"Don't say dear, you can't talk like Johnson".

"Whatever", he stopped the car in the driveway and jogged to the passenger side as he got out. "My lady".

"My ass", you stuck out your tongue at Jack as he closed the door,
locking the car. Quietly Jack snuck behind you then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "Jack put me down".

"No".

"You're making me more mad".

"Then to me, you'll just be more adorable".