Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Fight} J.A

"Ugh get over it." Jack hissed, walking in on me in my fluff tortilla and food wall. "It's been a month and a half," he rolled his eyes. He plopped himself beside me, laying his head down on my lap.

"Fuck you," I spoke softly, wiping away my fallen tears before he could see.

"You really aren't over him?" Jack asked, his tone nicer and concerned. I just shrugged my shoulders as a shaky breath passed through my chapped lips.

"It's not that easy Jack," I admitted. "How can you just stop loving something you loved for years?" I asked, gazing at his perfectly structured face.

"I've been trying to figure that one out too," he muttered. He rubbed the side of his face, letting out a frustrated groan.

"What's your deal?" I asked, a little more harshly then I meant too.

"You."

I studied his face for a moment. His chocolate brown eyes almost looked black in the dimly lit room. His chest was rising rapidly, from what I have no idea. His curls were a mess, more then usual might I add. The bags under his eyes suggested he hasn't been sleeping well, maybe for the last couple nights? His lips were chapped and dry, but still looked perfect.

"What did I do this time?" I snapped. I moved to push him off my lap. I didn't want to hear how I'm a fuck up, how I should just move on. I wanted to move on, I wanted to move onto Jack.

"You sit here and sulk in your own self pity and expect everyone around to bow down to you. You even fall for people who you know are assholes," he lifted himself off my lap instead. He paced the room in front of me, blocking out Pretty Little Liars from my view.

"Well guess what," he stopped pacing, "I'm not an asshole Y/N. I would treat you better then anyone ever could but do you ever realize that!? No!" His hands ran through his curls, pulling on them as his anger flushed from him.

"What are you talking about Jack?" I asked, to tired to comprehend what he was trying to say to me.

"I'm saying I want to be with you. I'm saying I could be the best boyfriend you've ever had. But you won't ever give me a shot will you?" He sighed, standing in front of me.

"You've never asked for one," I told him, raising my eyebrow in accusation.

"Would you if I did?"

"Well duh."

"Let me make you happy again. Let me take you out on a date?" His fingers fidgeted with each other, his eyes never leaving my body.

"Yes Jack, I would love to," I laughed at him.

His figure relaxed, his shoulders dropping and a breath of relief leaving his lungs.

"Thursday at 6:30?"

"How about a move might date right now?"

"That works," he obliged, jumping on the couch again and snuggling into my lap once more.

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A/N: that was shit. I hate it. My writing has been very bad lately and I apologize😪 I'm in a slump, but I promise to try and get out of it