prove it - j.g

chapter forty six: "bold"

jack gilinsky

vanessa and i will be sharing my room, seeing as that's kind of an obvious and makes the most sense. she was currently in my- well, our- bedroom taking a nap since she's pretty exhausted.

johnson walked downstairs to see me in the kitchen cooking some meat for dinner, "hey man."

"hey" i turn around, taking in his odd appearance, "um, what are you wearing, j?"

he laughs, "just playing with some outfit choices."

he was wearing overalls, though shirtless underneath. on his head, well, he was wearing a cowboy hat.

i nod, "well, it's definitely a look."

he chuckles, "thanks bro. what are you making?"

"currently chicken. thinking we'd have that maybe in a wrap or something? fajitas?" i say, questioning the meal choices that was circulating through my head.

johnson nods, "sounds good. where's ness?"

i nod my head towards the stairs, "sleeping upstairs."

he nods, "i think im going to play some fifa or something then take a nap. if the dinner's ready while im napping, i'll have some later."

"alright man, have a good game and nap" i say, him walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

suddenly, i hear laughter, "what are you wearing, johnson?"

johnson sounds sarcastically offended, "im playing with my look. do you have a problem with it?"

i look over my shoulder and see vanessa shake her head, "um, nope. no problem."

johnson continues walking to the living room, vanessa walking into the kitchen.

"well this, i have a problem with" she jokingly says, tracing my back muscle outlines due to it being bare.

i turn around and smirk at her, "what exactly do you have a problem with?"

she raises her eyebrows, "this" she states, running her hand down my chest, "what are you making?"

my breath hitched from her previous actions, i move to the side to show her the chicken instead of daring to speak.

her eyes diverting from my eyes, to the chicken, back to my eyes, she knows why i haven't spoken. at least, she has an idea of why.

"what's wrong, jack?" she practically laughs, finding this extremely funny.

i shake my head and mutter, "be quiet."

she chuckles and embraces me, "you don't usually tell me to be quiet, babe."

my eyebrows pull together at her odd behaviour, "are you feeling alright? you're being much bolder than usual."

"feeling great, babe. what, you don't like this bold side of me?" she says tauntingly, once again running her hands down my chest, yet stopping at the waistband of my basketball shorts.

"not when johnson is one room over" i respond, taking hold of her daring hands and removing them from the aching area.

she smirks and turns on her ankle, walking away and into the living room to watch johnson play video games.

wow, it was suddenly hot in here.

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