I woke up and slid out of bed. Jack was up before me? I slid on one of his Jagk shirts over my head and was too lazy to put pants on so I just stayed in my underwear. I walked downstairs, putting my hair in a bun as I did and saw Jack sitting on the floor, staring out the window at the giant yard and lake in our backyard.
He had his guitar in his lap and was plucking a few strings, just messing around. I smiled to myself and got deja vu from the time last winter when Jack caught me doing the same exact thing.
He strummed some chords and sang quietly to himself. His words barley audible, but by the gutiar I could tell he was singing, With Ears To See And Eyes To Hear. "True friends lie underneath, These witty words I don't believe. I can't believe a damn thing they say, anymore.."
I smiled and tiptoed over to him, grabbing my guitar and slowly sitting down next to him. I waited for him to get to the chorus and began strumming, singing along with him, "So tell me how does it feel.."
He looked over and smiled huge at me and we sang to each other, his voice getting louder now. "How does it feel to be like you? I think your mouth should be quiet. Cause it never tells the truth now.."
We finished up the song and he just laughed. "We are terrible singers."
"Hence the reason why we play guitar." I laughed back.
I set my guitar down and pecked his lips, "Good morning."
"Morning." He smiled.
We headed over to the kitchen and I started the coffee machine and sat on the counter. "So how exactly did you wake up before me?"
He shrugged and starred at the wall, "I had a nightmare and couldn't fall back alseep."
"Aw," I laughed and extended my leg out. I touched his stomach with my foot. "What was Jacky's nightmare about."
He looked at me and laughed before shaking his head, "It's nothing."
"Jack." I pouted, "You have to tell me now."
He smiled small and walked closer to me, standing inbetween my legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms sat on his shoulders.
"I had a dream that someone took you from me." He frowned, rubbing my back slowly.
"Aw, Jack." I frowned back and set my left hand on his face. My thumb stroked his cheek slowly, "I'm not going anywhere."
"I am so bored." I groaned.
Jack closed his laptop and pulled me onto his lap. He smirked and pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you wear my clothes?" He smirked.
"I'm bored." I repeated, smiling.
He smiled back before pecking my lips. "I'm gunna take you on a date."
"Oh yeah?" I smiled.
"Yes." He smiled back.
"Where are we going then?" I ran my fingers through his hair.
"Hmm." He thought about it. "I got an idea. Go get dressed."
"Well what do I wear?"
"Just casual clothes." He shrugged. I nodded and walked upstairs. I slid on a half sleeve white shirt, the sleeves were grey though. I pulled on a pear of jean shorts and slid on grey converse before heading back downstairs.
Jack smiled at me and held his hand out. I took it and he walked me out to the car. We drove for a little while and pulled up to a familiar hang out I haven't been to since high school. I smiled big, "Jack, no way."
He laughed, "Come on!"
We raced to the gate and walked in. He took me over to the bat rentals and rented one baseball bat along with two helmets. I put on my helmet as we walked over to the cages.
We picked the first open one and walked in.
"I haven't done this since high school." I laughed.
"Then I'll help you out." He smiled, putting his helmet on. Shit, he looked adorable.
I stood above the plate and waited for him. He walked up behind me and pressed his body against my back, leaning over and wrapping his arms around mine. I held the bat in my hands and he cupped his hands around mine.
"You see," He laughed, "You just pull your arms back like this.. Then you swing. Like this."
He pulled my arms with his and showed me how to swing.
"Sounds good." I laughed and pecked his cheek. "Now out."
"Damn, fiesty." He laughed, letting go of me and putting quarkers into the machine. "What speed pitch do you want?"
"Uhh, the slowest one."
He clicked the button then walked outside the cage and closed the door behind him. I looked to see he had his fingers holding onto the door above his head, and his body pressed up against the cage door. I smiled at him before looking back at the pitching mchine.
The first ball shot out and I was taken back by how fast it came. I jumped back and screamed, I heard Jack burst out laughing and I started laughing with him, "THERE'S NO WAY YOU PUT THIS ON THE SLOWEST PITCH."
He laughed even more and I looked at the quarter machine, fastest was lighting up and I flicked him off before standing above the plate again and held my bat up. The second ball came and I swung. I missed it. "Fuck!" I shouted.
The next one came and I tapped it, it didn't go far though. By the fourth ball pitched, I hit it far.
"Dayuummm." Jack said from behind me. "Gurlz got sum swaanngggg." He said all ghetto.
I laughed loud and looked at him, "Really?"
He smiled at me and pointed at the pitching machine so I finished up my round before Jack came in and pecked my lips. "You did great." He took the bat from me, "But let me show you how it's done."
I raised my eyebrows at him before walking out of the cages and standing in the same position he was standing in as he watched me. He put his pitching on fastest too, and hit a fair amount. When he finished he looked over at me and curtsied. I laughed and he walked up to me.
He looked at me through the cage and smiled at me. I moved my hands down on the cage and he set his hands where mine were, setting his fingers on mine. He slowly leaned down and kissed me through the fence. ex. to the side and I noticed a flash from my left. We broke apart and saw a teenage girl standing there.
She was wearing an All Time Low shirt. Funny.
"Oh my god." She smiled. "I hope you don't mind.. That was just too cute.."
I laughed big and smiled at her. "It's cool. I take it you know who we are?" I pointed to her shirt.
"I do." She smiled, "Can I get a picture with you guys?"
"Of course." I smiled.
We came home that night and the girl sent me the picture of Jack and I on twitter. I posted it on IG with the captian date with @jackalltimelow at an old highschool hang out.. thanks to a random fan (lilly) for stalking us and taking this.
Jack set his head on my shoulder and kissed my neck, watching me type. I threw my phone on the charger and cuddled into him. "Goodnight Jack."
"Night Maddy. I love you."
"I love you too."
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An: Hey guys so im bored as fuck. So if you feel like it, you can follow me on some social medias and we can be friends or something.
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