jack and jack imagines.

please/gilinsky

I laughed loudly,
holding my stomach as I rolled over to face the brown eyed boy.
"Hi."
I smiled innocently as my laughing died down.
"Hey."
He smiled back,
placing a sweet kiss to my nose.
Though our relationship only began three months ago,
I could feel myself falling deeper in love with each passing second.
And soon,
my heart began to beat for him rather than with him.
He laid another loving kiss to the corner of my lips,
causing my cheeks to darken with heat.
"Why are you always blushing around me?"
He asked with a small chuckle leaving his throat.
"I don't know. You just make me nervous,"
I admitted with a shy giggle,
wrapping my hand around the back of his neck.
"Can I say something?"
He asked,
his forehead laying against mine.
"Of course."
"I know it hasn't been...long, but I love you, y/n."
He spoke,
the pad of his thumb tracing circles against my cheek.
I smiled brightly as the words finally registered,
leaving me to gaze at him in awe.
"I love you too."
I admitted before placing my lips against his.
His honeyed lips tasted sweeter that night.
G and I were at the peak of our relationship,
and I knew it'd only go up from here.
Jack Gilinsky finally admitted he loved me,
and there was no greater feeling.
***
I shivered as I stood at the front door of G's house,
letting the cool autumn air graze my skin.
"Jack?"
I called out,
rapping my knuckles against the wooden door for the third time.
I looked at his car that sat still in the driveway,
leaving me to assume the worst.
What if he's hurt?
What if he needs me?
I twisted the doorknob and let the door open,
then closed it before the heat could escape.
"Jack?"
I called out again,
listening to my voice echo and travel throughout the seemingly empty house.
The stairs groaned beneath my weight as I trailed to his room,
soon hearing the soft moans of a girl.
My heart dropped,
and my gut twisted into a tight knot.
I felt myself edging to the point of unconsciousness at the sounds of her moaning my lovers name.
I pleaded within myself that somehow,
someway,
this wasn't what it seemed.
Though it looked my pleas weren't enough.
The barely lit room shadowed the boy on top of the girl,
and my eyes burned with tears.
"Jack?"
I whispered out,
listening to my voice crack.
But it wasn't until his head turned my way that I realized just who it was.
"Y/n! What the hell?!"
Johnson yelled,
covering both him and the girl.
I gasped,
closing the door shut and allowing myself to breathe again.
I soon heard the front door open again,
and there stood G who just returned from a morning run.
"Hey babe,"
He greeted with a gentle smile,
oblivious to the situation at hand.
"What's wrong? You look sick."
He laid his gentle fingers to my chin and turned my head to examine me.
I cracked a weak smile,
"I'm an idiot."
He chuckled,
"Well, I thought we already knew that."
I slapped his chest lightly,
"Ha ha,"
I mocked before folding into his arms.
I listened to his heartbeat that steadied itself beneath my touch,
and I felt completely stupid for making such assumptions.
"I hope you know Johnson's in your bed with a girl."
"Are you serious?"
I giggled and nodded before he yelled out for his friend,
trailing to ruin their moment like I had done seconds prior.
I admired G from afar and allowed my body to rid itself of any doubt.
G and I were in love,
and that was a blessing in itself.