Why Don't We imagines

Jack - 9

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( Daniel backup singing )

              — JUMP IN!—

  You excitedly make your way up the stairs of your best friend, Jack Avery's, two story palace. You called it a palace because it was the traditional family home of your dreams, mostly because you spent ninety-five point five percent of your time in the house.

" Hey, Mrs. A." You chirp as you pass her in the hallway.

" Hey, Y/N, be careful please. I don't want to have to explain why another imported case is broken." She exasperatedly says.

You chuckle. " No promises."

You catch a faint glimpse of a smile and her shaking her head as you burst into her sons room. There is a distinct Yelp and a thump. You laugh, seeing Jack's famous black gaming chair flipped over and him on his face, sprawled on the floor.

" Shut up." He mumbles, getting up. His curly hair is askew and he has a red mark from the carpet on his face. He really did look adorable.

You and Jack had been friends since you were five. Jack was being bullied by a big fourth grader named Eben. You had promptly kicked Even in the shins, helping Jack up. You two had been friends ever since.

You wouldn't ever replace Jack for anything in the world, and you loved being his best friend, but there was something that has irked you for four years now, since you were twelve. You, were in love with your best friend, and he didn't love you back.

Jack puts his hair upright, flipping down onto it with a huff. You laugh harder.

" It's not funny!" He pouts. His chocolate brown eyes shine as he gives you the puppy dog look. Your heart whimpers.

" Jack! Stop with the puppy dog eyes! It's not fair!" You whine.

" Hey! You scared me. It's only fair that you suffer as well." He shakes his head begrudgingly.

You flop onto your back on his bed grabbing the closet stuffed animal and launching it at him. It hits him in the face and you let out a full on belly laugh at his shocked expression.

" You bitch!" He hisses.

" Thank you. I try." You sigh, examining your nails.

You hear his chair scream a she gets up, and then the sudden pressure that can only be described as Jack Avery fell on to you. You groan, trying to control the tingly feeling that was itching to spread throughout your body.

" You way a ton! Get off me." You try to push him off, but he is too large.

" No. you hurt my feelings. In return I want cuddles from my favorite person in the world." He speaks into your neck. And involuntary shiver courses through you.

" Well how can I say no. But can you at least get off me?"

" Fine." He gives a long suffering sigh. He rolls off you, causing more pain than when he was on you, but he ignore your groans. He instead pulls your back agains this chest, nuzzling your neck.

You sighed happily. This was your favorite thing to do. Jack would call or text you asking you to come over and cuddle. It usually happened once a week or more.

You close your eyes, letting the warmth feeling having his arms wrapped around you gave. He had a firm grip and you wished that he was gripping you like this under different circumstances. You were so totally that type of girl when you had a crush, it took up your every waking minute.