silent ↠ jack gilinsky

nine

i walk into the building, greeting the lady at the front desk. jennifer. "good morning." i greet cheerfully. "mr. gilinksy is in a meeting at the moment. pretty sure he wouldn't mind you waiting in his office." she says.

"thank you." i smile.

"would you mind bringing these papers to his desk for me? it's just, you're on your way over there- if not it's totally fine-"

"it's fine! i'll take them." i laugh, brushing off her awkwardness. she hands me the large stack of papers, i grab them and begin to walk towards the elevator.

-

i sat on the couch in jack's office, writing an essay for my history class that was due next week. jack was sat at his desk, doing his work.

"do you ever do anything fun?" i ask him, my eyes stayed staring at the essay on my computer screen that i so desired to finish.

i hear a low chuckle escape his lips, "what do you mean?"

"besides work. i mean- i know we were just at a barbecue, but like do you ever go to baseball games? concerts? parties?" i ask him.

i look up from my screen, only to meet his eyes. "i do. but, it would be with a very low profile. i cant have anyone see me do that." he explains. "i cant make a fool of myself, and ruin my career."

i nod my head, "i get it. but, you wouldn't like to go to a baseball game tomorrow?" i ask him, holding out two tickets.

a smirk makes its way on his lips as he stands up from his desk. he walks over to the couch, pulling the tickets out of my hands. "are you trying to seduce me?" he asks.

i giggle, shaking my head. "are you seducible?" i ask him, raising an eyebrow.

he lets out a laugh, taking a seat next to me on the couch. he exams the tickets, "i'll pick you up tomorrow at 12."

i smile, "sounds good."

he looks again, "these are good tickets. how much did you pay for them?" he asks. i shake my head, grabbing the tickets, "doesn't matter."

he narrows his eyes, making me feel intimidated again. "tell me." he demands.

"honestly, i don't know. it's fine, i've had them for a while, and my friends are busy. so, i want you to come with me." i tell him, looking up at his y'all figure.

he smiles, "fine, we'll go out to dinner afterward, my treat."

"deal."

-

after helping jack with some work, i headed home. i kept thinking about tomorrow, and i was excited. i'll be able to see how he's like when he's excited. i don't know much about baseball, but it can't be that hard to follow, right?

i step into my apartment, my heels clicking as i walk onto the hardwood floor. "hello, pretty girl." ariana greets from the couch.

i smile, setting my bag down on the coffee table. "going to a baseball game tomorrow with jack." i tell her, "i don't know anything about baseball." i mumble to myself.

she gasps, standing up from her chair. "a baseball game?!" she exclaims, her voice booming in my ear. i shush her, "you're so loud for no reason!"

she lets out a loud laugh, "well, this is good. you'll see the real him!" she smiles in victory.

"i guess so." i shrug.

"what are you going to wear?" she asks. it was a common question that she asks when jack is in the topic.

i shrug, "probably some random t-shirt or something."

she shakes her head in disapproval. "that's not good. i'm not saying to slut it up, but at least look good."

she grabs my hand, and we walk into my closet. ahe rummages around my clothes, eager to find the perfect outfit.

she grabs a pair of black leggings, a white cropped top that has a knot in the middle, and a light washed, oversized jean jacket. "perfect!"

"i was planning on literally wearing this." i tell her, laughing slightly.

"and, that's why we're best friends." she pats my cheek with her hand.

i push her away, "okay, you got a hat i could wear?"

her eyes light up as she smiles widely. "i thought you would never ask!" she giggles.

living in new york, my family taught me that you have to support the yankees. my great grandfather was on the team, and my family has always loved them. ariana hands me a navy blue yankee hat, a smile on her lips.

"you look amazing!"