blind • j.r.a [PAUSED]

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jack's p.o.v.

all i can hear right now is zach giggling.

like, he's been on his phone for the past hour just giggling.

and that past hour just happened to be the time where i must get my beauty sleep.

i mean, if you want the curls to get the girls, you have to get the curls to rest.

duh

and of course we had to share a room.

and of course i couldn't get any sleep.

"oh my freaking gosh, zach! stop giggling for just a second, could you?!" i practically beg zach, sitting up from my bed.

he looks at me innocently.

"what do you mean?"

instead of replying, i take a glance of the screen of his phone, and find him to be on the "messages" app.

"are you texting that girl that you went on a blind date with?"

he suddenly hides his phone.

"huh, what? what do you mean? no.."

i smirk.

"no need to lie, zach, i already know."

he frowns, but takes his phone out of his hiding place.

"fine. but honestly, you should be the one ashamed. 'cause if i'm texting her, then obviously the blind date went well," he smirks.

i groan.

"whatever, zach." i simply say back, laying back down on my bed.

"'when you realize you made a mistake of going on a blind date, don't come crawling back to me!' the know-it-all jack said," he mocks in his girly voice.

"shut up," i say.

"you know, i think you should try going on a blind date too. maybe you could get a girlfriend,"

"for once," he adds after a second of silence.

i turn around to face him.

"is demi even your girlfriend right now?" i ask, raising an eyebrow.

"um, no. but i'm planning to ask her sometime," zach replies.

"mhm, ok."

"but, seriously. i think you should try it. you could finally use that phrase you always say, 'curls get the girls', and actually use it," he recommends.

i think about it for a moment.

"maybe. not guaranteed though," i say, now turning away, my back now facing zach (a/n HEY THAT RHYMES).

"k."

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i wake up to a blinding ray of light, probably from heaven, since zach's ugly giggling killed me last night.

nah, jk. it was actually from the sun. someone pulled the curtains back this morning, and i'm currently hating that 'someone'.

i do my normal stuff that i do in the morning, like dress up and all that fun stuff, and trudge down the stairs to greet the goons i call my 'friends.'

"YO WASSUP JACKKK!! DID YOU SLEEP WELL?" daniel suddenly asks, jumping in front of my still, very groggy body.

"no, since zach was keeping me up the entire night," i say as i walk around daniel and into the kitchen.