silent ↠ jack gilinsky

eight

i took a sip of my water, looking around the outside. i stood by myself, at the table where all the drinks and food are. sammy thought it would be fun if i took three shots of whatever he served me, now i'm trying to sober up with water.

i don't usually drink that much, i don't like it. so, naturally i don't have a tolerance and i was drunk.

"why are you all alone?" i hear from behind me. i set my drink down on the table, turning around. i see jack standing with his hands in his pockets.

"just getting some water." i tell him with a smile, trying my hardest not to slur my words.

"are you having fun?" he asks, linking his arm with mine. i quickly grab my water as he brings us inside. i nod my head, "yeah, everyone's so nice." i smile to him.

"i think i'm gonna head out, honestly. i'm just not feeling it today." he shrugs. i furrow my eyebrows, and stop him. we stood in a hallway, where not many people were. "are you okay?" i ask him.

he nods his head, "yeah. i had a long day at work, i kind of want to go home." he says, "you want to join me?" he asks.

i raise an eyebrow, "well, mr. gilinsky, what is it that we'd do at your place?" i ask in a jokingly posh accent. he smiles, "i want to show you something."

-

"you could write about this. it's kind of a secret, but i'm giving you permission." he states as we stood in the middle of the hallway in his house. we stood in front of a closed door.

"are you going to murder me, jack?" i ask him.

he laughs, a genuine laugh that sounded like pure music in my ears. my cheeks flush as i clear my throat. "it's a recording studio." he says.

"you remember my friend, jack johnson?" he asks. i nod my head as an answer, "well, he and i used to make music." jack explains, he opens the door and walks in. i follow closely behind him, my eyes traveling throughout the large room.

"wow." i say in astonishment. "this is amazing. wow."

"you said wow twice, are you impressed?" he asks. i giggle, nodding my head. "yes, do you sing?" i ask him.

he nods, "i'll play you a song." jack says. he takes a seat at the computer, patting the chair next to him. i sit down, my full attention was on the computer.

"our music isn't like the mainstream music, this one is called 'day dreaming'. i wrote these lyrics when i was in college." he chuckles at the memories.

i listen to the song, "jack!" i smile, punching his arm. "you're good!"

"ow!" he rubs the spot i lightly punched. i narrow my eyes down at him, "these are so good." i compliment, playing other songs from them.

"thanks, we never really published them, because i wouldn't like future coworkers to think i'm a kid. i'm young, but i can be very professional. i'm a serious man." he says, his voice was noticeably deeper, i giggle quietly. i nod my head, taking in this information.

"i get that." i say, my eyes meeting his.

-

i forced jack to let me download these songs, so i could listen to each of them when i got home. it was now 8:30pm, and i was on jack's couch, a coffee in my hand.

"you have school tomorrow?" jack asks.

"yep." i answer, rolling my eyes. "sadly."

"it goes by quick." he tells me. i nod my head, "i know. i'm excited to graduate, and actually start my life." i chuckle.

he glances over at me. we sat closely next to each other on the couch, our shoulders touching. "is it appropriate for me to ask if you have a boyfriend?"

the question startled me for a second, making my eyes widen slightly. i shake my head, "no, jack. i don't have a boyfriend. and with the information i got today, you don't have a girlfriend?" i ask.

"that's correct. i don't have time for girls." he says.

"hope you have time for me." i mumble under my breath. he furrows his eyebrows, "what?" he asks.

i shake my head, "nothing." i chuckle.

i check the time on my phone, seeing it's almost 9pm. "oh, i should head home." i tell him, standing up from the couch. "i'll drive you." he says.

i shake my head, "i can order a cab-"

"i insist. come on." he begs, pouting his lip out. i nod, "okay, sure." i follow him to his five car garage, who needs that many cars?

"you have a lot of cars." i say. he lets out a laugh, "yeah, i do."

"pick a car." he says. i raise both my eyebrows, scrolling over to the navy blue mercedes. "that's my favorite car." he says, a small smile on his lips.

"you have good taste in cars." i say, walking over to the passenger seat. "thank you, that means a lot to me."