ex - j.g

twenty six;

gilinsky;

"thanks for coming, aye izz?" sammy yells at isabelle as she walks out of our house.

i walk behind her, while i am certain that sammy and johnson are watching.

"thanks for coming, baby. johnson and sammy were probably happy to see you." i say.

she nods, "thanks for having me." she smiles.

"i'll talk to you later, okay?" she nods and hugs me.

when i go to pull away, i see her staring at me, "what?" i chuckle to lighten my blunt answer.

"nothing. just admiring you." she admits, "okay, talk to later." she blows me a kiss, and walks to her car, which we took here, and got in.

waiting as she started the engine and drove away, i walk back inside, close the door and lock it.

"so?" sammy begins to speak, "how was your meeting?"

"she's pissed, i'm annoyed." i sit down, "they wanted isabelle and cameron to have a scandal."

"whoa." johnson and sammy both react.

nodding, i stand to go up to my room.

"where you going, g?" i hear johnson ask as i approach the stairwell.

"bed." i answer, and begin to jog up the stairs and to my bedroom.

> >

when waking up this morning, i'm much more frustrated. if somebody wants to sleep, or is sleeping, the worst thing you can do... is wake them up by doing something utterly ridiculous.

that was basically a summary of this morning.

"sammy. i'm giving you ten seconds. ten seconds, to stop jumping like an idiot. and get the fuck off my bed!" i yell. laughter erupts from other people, as sammy scatters to get off my bed in a hurry.

"it was for the snaps. geez g, take a chill pill." sammy laughs.

johnson and nate remain standing at the doorframe watching the scene in front of them.

"you guys are complete idiots." johnson laughs harder than ever.

sammy gasps, before exiting the room in a dramatic way.

"he's the idiot." nate states.

nodding, i agree with nate, "he's the only idiot."

johnson laughs with us, but ends up leaving with nate. i lay back down in my bed to try and go back to sleep.

but the only idiot made that very difficult for me. i huff and get out of bed, finding the nearest and cleanest t-shirt to wear.

when i go downstairs, i hear the boys talking to someone.

"yeah, come over. please come over. you can scare him too. come on, isabelle! you're his girlfriend, just come over and help us scare him. remember when we were young and we'd all pull pranks on each other?" johnson, nate and sam all take turns speaking to her. well, not speaking... pleading.

"you guys are utterly ridiculous." i laugh at the living room entrance.

"jack!?" nate yells like he forgot i was in the house.

"oh my god." i laugh harder, "can you three not be complete dumbasses for one day?"

"nope. sorry bud, but you chose us. and because you did, you're stuck with us." johnson smirks.

"yeah, yeah. i know, trust me." i roll my eyes.

whether or not isabelle is still on the line or not, i've decided to go and bring her a coffee or something.

> >

i step out of my car and walk up to her front door.

when i knock on it, it doesn't take too long until i hear the locks and the door is opened.

"hey, what's up?" she pecks my lips and looks at me.

"brought you this." i hold up her coffee.

she smiles and moves out of the way to allow me to come in, "thanks jack."

"it's the least i could do, and i wanted to see you. so bringing you a coffee–"

when i thought she was cutting me off to speak, turns out i was wrong.

she attached her lips to mine and pecked my lips.

"thank you." she mumbles.

i peck her lips again, "no worries."