ʳᵒᵒᵐᵐᵃᵗᵉˢ ( jack gilinsky )

25 - sketchers

song moods for this chapter-
llc - nicki minaj

mia's pov

i've probably said "hi, i'm mia, nice to meet you." 100 times today. not that i'm complaining, jack's family is so sweet, but there's just so much of them. i met all the sisters, uncles, aunts and cousins.

i also got to meet sam and camden's family, since they all celebrate thanksgiving together. this year's just happens to be at the gilinsky's, and it's a full house. all the adults are watching football and sipping beer and wine, while the kids are swimming in the backyard.

"jack." i nudge him.

"yeah?" he looks down at me.

"can you come with me to fix my plate?" i whisper.

"it's right there, baby." he says as he nods to the dining table bombarded with food.

"i know... but i'm shy." i mutter.

he chuckles and comes with me to the table. he stands next to me as i scoop scalloped potatoes onto my plate. camden and sam walk over to get themselves more food and camden quickly hits his juul.

"camden! stop vaping on the green beans!" jack scoffs. "i made those."

camden takes the juul out of his mouth. "bitch, you can't tell me that those aren't canned."

"i- they're not- shut up." jack huffs.

i giggle and grab some honey glazed carrots with a fork.

"i wish tyler was here. i miss my best friend." i pout.

"i invited him, but he said he'd rather go home and eat his mom's 'soul food' than our 'white people food'." camden shrugs.

"uh, define white people food." sam scoffs.

"meatloaf." jack says.

"unseasoned chicken." i add on.

"guys, stop dissing your own kind. we're supposed to stick together." sam jokes.

"uh, mia is mexican, dumbass. stop trying to make her something she's not." camden says.

"i'm- i'm italian."

camden looks at me like he's fucking flabbergasted.

"what a shame, i thought we we're both people of color." he shakes his head, disappointingly.

"it's her melanin. mia's a nubian queen." jack jokes.

"i... really don't like you guys." i say.

we all get our food and go sit on the floor around the coffee table in the game room.

camden moans as he shoves food in his mouth. "this tastes so fuckin-"

"jack!" a soft voice squeals.

an adorable little girl with big hazelnut curls comes to my view, she runs over to jack and engulfs him in a hug, wrapping her tiny hands around his neck.