Where Have You Been (A Jack Gilinsky Fanfic)

Running Into You

I seriously can't believe that just happened. I made a complete idiot out of myself and I peed my pants in the process. I looked at my reflection in the mirror to see if my internal freak out was evident on my face.

My peaceful moment was rudely interrupted by Amy and Lauren barging in the bathroom talking a mile a minute. "You just..." "On top of..." "Jack Gilinsky..." That's basically what I got out of what they were trying to communicate with me.

"Yeah I know I just had an issue whilst laying on top of the world's finest man candy. Do you have a problem?" I said, my voice wavering, trying not to crack up as I hear the words that are coming out of my mouth. All of a sudden, all three of us start bursting out laughing in the bathroom.

I hope people don't get the wrong idea. Ah hell with the wrong idea, I'm too awkward to care about what people think. After our fit of laughter was over, we checked in and got to our hotel room with no more problems. I don't know what possessed me to check my twitter, but what I saw would make my dead granny roll over in her grave.

There were literally thousands of tweets about how I came on to Jack and I was molesting him. That was different. I didn't think it was the best idea to go out in public because I'd had enough embarrassment on my birthday for crying out loud. So we spent the rest of the night watching romantic movies on the hallmark channel and ordering way too much room service.

The next day was Magcon Day 1 and to be honest, I only wanted to go this one day and leave. It's gonna be super awkward seeing the boys, because now I'm probably known as the Creepy Pee-Pee Girl or something.

I'm seriously the slowest person in the world to get ready so if you plan on leaving "on time," make your "on time" with me twenty minutes earlier than you regularly would. We didn't even have time to eat before we had to leave (my bad on that one guys) so we quickly ran into the nearest McDonald's and shoved our faces with food. Literally. I probably looked like I had never seen food in my life.

When we finally made it to the convention center, the line was to high heaven. I swear with the amount of girls there, we could've easily wrapped around the width of the state of Florida. I noticed there were plenty of spring chickens ready to pounce on the opportunity to try to get with the boys (which is nearly impossible if you look like you've rolled around in a bag of cheese Doritos.)

As we stood in line, Lauren grabbed my arm and whisper-yelled something about looking to the right because he's staring at me? So I turn my head to the right and lo and behold, there's the pine-sex-smelling-god looking-talking-floor, who happens to be making eye contact with me.

I'm guessing something's wrong with my hair. "Is my hair on fire? Is my shirt see through?" I ask. My friends give me looks like I just spoke to them in the African clicking language. "No, sweetheart. I think he's checking you out." "Lol no he's not." Amy looked at me like my hair really was on fire. "What?" I asked her. "You just said lol in a sentence. Out loud." "Oh... That's different." I blushed a crimson red.

See I don't always think before I speak. And that is almost always a bad thing. When we finally made it inside the building, the place was packed. More packed than Victoria's Secret with white girls on Black Friday.

We stood there as they did their thing on stage, watched Shawn do his one final Magcon performance before going on his first world tour, saw the boys all do a little booty bounce, and what's Magcon without the Lipgloss dance? I felt so young again, and I kinda missed being part of the fandom.

Fandom? I haven't used that word in forever except for when I talk about the Magcon boys. Now it was the most chaotic part. Meeting the boys. They were all lovely, smelling nice, calling me beautiful, and of course taking pictures with me. I got to meet all the boys except for Gilinsky, but in a way I'm relieved.

I think we already got a little more up close and personal than we would've liked to yesterday. As I internally breathed a sigh of relief, I realized that neither of my friends was in sight. So I proceeded to spin around in a circle in the same spot, calling their names like an idiot.

Finally I see Amy, who seems to be cozying up to a random dude at the check out counter of the hotel and march right to her. I tap on her shoulder and she glares at me. I put my hands up in defense and stalk over to an empty table and plop down on a chair. As I'm checking my timeline on twitter and laughing out loud at my mentions, I hear someone sit down next to me.

I try to discreetly look over at the mystery person next to me, and end up staring straight into the eyes of the one and only pine scented sex god himself. He smiles at me and I start to laugh, and I'm like cracking up; he probably thinks I'm a psychopath.

He looks at me skeptically. "What?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. I have to stifle my laughter in order to respond to him. "It's just that no matter how much I try to avoid you, I end up closer to you than I would like." "So you're saying you don't want to be close to me?" "No! I mean, no I don't erm want to be close to you but I do because you're hot and we should kiss I mean did I just say that? I really need to shut up..." By the end of my rambling, Jack was grinning ear to ear and I was blushing profusely. Why do I always get myself into these situations?