Jack Avery
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writing prompt provided by @messymendes
please listen to Night Drive by Jimmy Eat World while reading.
As (y/n) pulls the hotel door shut without a sound, she hears Jack beginning to laugh at what they're doing behind her.
She turns around, grinning as she grabs his hand. They sprint as quietly as they can down the length of the hallway, only letting their laughter out when they reach the side staircase that leads to the lobby.
The receptionist at the front desk looks after the couple incredulously when they rush out into the late night air.
It's stupid to rent a car that they're only going to use for a couple hours, it's stupid not to tell the boys they're leaving, it's stupid to stay up all night when they have to record music the next day, but they don't care.
They run all the way to the car rental lot a couple blocks over, arriving breathless, but excited.
They pay the man inside, who gives them a strange look since it's eleven o'clock at night, but they just smile and leave.
Jack gets in the driver's seat, starting up the engine as (y/n) runs around the back of the car to get in the other seat.
"This is so stupid," she laughs as she closes the door behind her.
"Yep," Jack responds, but his eyes are dancing and she can tell he's so, so happy.
He leans over the console to kiss her.
She pulls away from him just slightly, letting out a light laugh. He stares at her contentedly as she kisses his forehead.
"Drive, Jack," she whispers.
Every window in the car is rolled down, allowing warm air to flow inside car as it zooms down the nearly-empty streets.
Jack takes his eyes off the road for a split second to admire the girl he's in love with, her hair whirling about around her face, right arm stuck out the window.
"Where to, baby?" he calls over the rush of the wind. When she answers him, he laughs loudly at her response.
A couple minutes later, he pulls into the Dairy Queen drive-thru.
"Whatcha want?" he asks.
She looks over at the menu lazily.
"Seven milkshakes," she says plainly.
Without skipping a beat, he turns around, opening his mouth promptly. She realizes what he's actually doing a second too late.
"Jack!" she hisses, "Don't you—"
"Hello, what can I get for you?" the drive-thru cashier says.
"Jack—"
"Hi, yes, I'd like—"
"Don't—"
"Seven chocolate milkshakes for my lovely girlfriend!"
Needless to say, she climbs into the trunk of the car out of embarrassment and stays there until they're back on the main road.
"You are such a jerk," she grumbles as she climbs back into the front.
He halts at a stop light and turns to her, trying to hide his beautiful grin, but failing miserably.
"I love you," he says.
"I love you too, jerk," she says, trying to sound annoyed, but not succeeding when she starts drinking the first of her seven milkshakes.
Then the music is on, booming through the stereo and vibrating their seats and they're dancing and singing in awful voices at the top of their lungs.
The air is warm, making them both feel full as they leave the city, and their responsibilities along with it, behind.
"(y/n) (y/l/n) is the most gorgeous person on this planet!" he screams over the music.
She laughs, feeling her face warm even though they've been dating for months.
"Jack Avery is the most beautiful person on this planet!" she yells.
He's still in the middle of a fit of laughter when he pulls the car over into the dirt on the side of the road.
"What the heck are you doing?" she calls as he gets out and rushes to her side.
He opens her door and holds his hand out for her to take.
As she gets out at his invitation, she starts to question him again, but then looks up.
She's speechless, gazing at the starry night sky in gentle awe. Jack, however, isn't looking up.
A sky full of stars, and he's staring at her.
