Coincidence -Omaha Boys-

Drunk Gilinsky

Jack Gilinsky

"Another!" I slur holding my hand up to the bartender. He looks at me and holds his finger up signaling to hold on.

"Jack, enough!" Johnson says putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I know when I've had enough!" I shout over the music to him shrugging his hand off my shoulder.

"Sir, I can't give you any more." The bartender tells me.

"Bullshit!" I shout and put a finger on the bar counter. "Give me another."

"You can demand all you want, in not giving you any more unless its water." He said and walked off to serve someone else.

"Well," I shout at him. "Fuck you!" I hold my middle finger up at his turned back.

"G, come on man," Nate said. "Let's just all go home."

"No." I said sternly.

"Why G?" Sam asked. "You aren't getting anymore liquor."

"I'll get booze if I want booze!" I slur and walk past them and head for the exit of the club pushing past people.

I get out front and search my pockets for my phone to find a party but can't find it. The boys come out and stand next to me while Johnson is on his phone probably ordering an Uber.

Then I remembered Nate took my phone. "Nathan, bud, give me my phone." I hold my hand up and furrow my eyebrows at him.

"No, G." He shook his head.

"Come on, give it." I slurred at him. "Pass it over."

"No, Jack." He said again.

"Whatever!" I shout at him and hold my middle finger and turn around.

I saw Nate shake his head and turn some and I used that as my chances to lunge at him tackling him to the ground.

"Jack, what the fuck" Nate shouts trying to push me off him and not hit me.

I dig in his front pocket and pull my phone out and jump off him. "Bye bitch!" I shout at the three and quickly stumble away.

Nate Maloley

"Where the hell did he go?" Sam said as we all look around. We tried to catch up to jack but he just disappeared.

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Jack Gilinsky

"Yo, thanks man!" I slur as I stumble out of the Uber with my half drank beer.

I stumble my way up to the front door and jiggle the hand soon being able to open the door. I shut the door and took a swig of my beer. I walked past the living room and JJ was pasted out on the couch.

I ended stumbling into Tiffany's room and sitting on the bed just looking around. I gave out a sigh and another swig of my beer. I furrowed my eyebrows when my eyes came across the closet door that was  slightly open.

I got up setting my beer on the nightstand and slowly opened up her closet to see no clothes hanging up. I quickly went over to her dresser opening all the drawers up, empty.

I ran into the bathroom and looked for any trance of her stuff, none. I went downstairs and into her room from the accident, it looked like no one lived in here. Her phone charge was gone her makeup bag that I remember was last sitting on the nightstand.

I went into the kitchen quickly and opened up the cabinet above the stove where we kept all meds, her pain meds, Advil, etc.

I dug around making a lot of racket to find a bottle of her meds. Her meds being gone really shows she his gone, not all her clothes and makeup, her pain meds showed she was done and want nothing to do here; at least that was my thinking.

"G," Nate spoke. "What are you doing?"

I quickly turned around the leaving the cabinet open. "Everything is gone!" I exclaim sobering up a little but still slurring my words. "Her clothes, makeup, her pain pills."

"That's what happens when someone moves out." Nate said.

"She got her stuff while we were gone!"

"Obviously," Nate said unaffected.

"You!" I shout and point my finger at him. "Your the one who said let's all go to a club, you knew!"

"It doesn't matter, G, she is trying to move on."

"What the fuck Nate!" I shouted. "I was gonna fix me and her when she came to get her stuff, now she is just gone!"

"What is going on?" JJ walks in rubbing his eyes.

"Go ahead! Tell him Nate!" I shouted. "Tell him you just let his sister leave!"

Nate shook his head. "He knows,"

"What?"

"He told me when we got back after you ran off." JJ said. "But we aren't doing this right now, go sleep. We have that show later today and it's almost four and your drunk."

"I'm perfectly fine!" I spat.

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Didn't know how I wanted this chapter, may rewrite it. I just wanted G to come home drunk and go into Tiffany's room and see her stuff gone.

Any ideas you have let me know. I have an idea on how to end the story but that could completely change, it's up in the air.

I may update tomorrow don't know yet, tomorrow I will probably be very anxious and probably emotionally tomorrow because I have to have an insanely serious talk with someone. Then Wensday the next day I start school so I may not update wensday but I always say I will be slowing down updates then the next day I update so 🤷‍♀️

ALSO HOLLY SHIT Y'ALL 9K READS I CANT! JUST THE OTHER DAY IT WAS 8K IM GONNA LOSE MY SHIT WHEN ITS 10K. BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY STORY! ❤️

Anyways have a good night/day/morning/What ever time it is for wherever you are!

-Nikole
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