ex - j.g

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gilinsky;

"food's here, boys!" isabelle yells once we enter the house, "hold up, there's a note..."

"read it." i demand.

she laughs and clears here throats for a better imitation, "sup izz, sup g. we went out for drinks. don't wait up for dinner, we'll heat it and eat it when we back. see ya. - sammy, j, nate."

"you can still, to this day, imitate them." i laugh at her.

we both grabbed the amount of food each of us wanted and sat down on the couch to eat.

"so." i begin, "how's it in the world of modelling?"

"really, jack?" she playfully rolls her eyes, "but it's fine, i mean, i cherish my days off. this week i'm going to be in three states, within five days. it's a lot of work. definitely an underrated career."

"whoa, look at you, you little working girl." i laugh, "i remember in high school when you'd always complain about models. about how stuck up they seemed, or how all they do is walk around. and look at who's one of the stuck up looking, walking girls now..."

she rolls her eyes, "boy was i wrong, jack. i just wish life was easier, you know? no drama, no false accusations, nothing to worry about. just, living your dream. just, living life. get what i mean?"

"yeah, i do, isabelle. i completely do." i nod.

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"alright guys, thanks for having me." isabelle hugs sammy, "it was so nice to see you guys." she then hugs nate, "i missed ya'll so much." she continues to johnson, and lastly, "thanks for inviting me, jack." she then hugs me.

always, i've had a crush on isabelle. and that, "always", still stands.

"it was nothing. i knew all of us missed you." i shrugged.

"see you guys around."