ʳᵒᵒᵐᵐᵃᵗᵉˢ ( jack gilinsky )

22 - the gilinskys

song moods for this chapter-
magic in the hamptons - social house, lil yachty

jack's pov
9:00am, the day before thanksgiving

"jack! stop walking so fast." mia says as she trails behind me.

"sorry, baby." i apologize.

i reach my hand behind me and she grabs it to catch up to me.

we're currently at the airport trying to find our terminal with sam and camden, since they're going home for thanksgiving too.

"you okay mia? you're walking kinda funny." camden says.

i look down at her and notice that she's kind of waddling.

"it's cause jack destroyed her cervix." sam snickers.

mia gasps and shoves sam's shoulder.

"shut the fuck up, samuel." she says and i chuckle. "it's that time of the month and my uterus is about to explode, leave me alone."

"at least you're not pregnant." i clap and she laughs.

"if periods are so bad, why do girls keep having them? do what you love." camden says.

"i-i think my last three brain cells just left." mia jokes.

we reach our gate and board the plane. i put our bags in the overhead compartment and let mia have the window seat. i settle in and turn my head to sam and camden who are sitting directly behind us.

"these seats are uncomfortable as hell." camden cringes.

"you're the one who got us spirit airline tickets. they're like the motel 6 of the sky. and their flight attendants aren't even hot. they're all old." sam snaps.

i hear mia giggle and turn to her.

"you ever fucked in an airplane before?" i whisper in her ear.

"no, ew what- is that a thing?"

"wanna make it a thing?" i joke.

"no. i'm practicing being holy for when i meet your family."

"mia, i'm pretty sure they know we have sex." i laugh.

"what! how!"

"we're dating. and we live together." i state.

"well, i'm in 100% virgin mode until we leave."

"that's no fun." i pout and she rolls her eyes.

"and plus. i'm on my period."

"a period don't stop nothing but a sentence, babygirl." i say and she just glares at me.

"i'm craving twizzlers." she ignores me.

"ew, you like twizzlers?" i cringe. "who the fuck purposely eats licorice."

"it's my favorite candy. i'm offended." she scoffs.

"i don't care how hard my life gets, i will never eat no goddamn twizzlers." i shudder.