Moments ( a Jack Gilinsky fanfiction)

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It was finally here. The week that all teenagers live for, Spring Break. Living in a small town like Omaha, Nebraska meant you couldn't escape the conversation in the hallways, which meant I couldn't escape the wrath of my best friend, Malibu.

"So, are you ready for tonight?"

She asked as she was getting in her car to take me home. To be honest, I hated parties and I was absolutely dreading this trip to Florida.

"Yeah, I can't wait." I finally responded when she turned to face me, and I smiled meekly to convince her.

Malibu was the type of girl everyone wanted, or wanted to be. She was beautiful beyond belief, with her blond hair, piercing green eyes, perfectly tan skin, and thin athletic body. She was smart, kind, funny and she loved to party. Everything I wasn't, she was and honestly I don't know how we ever became friends.

The flight to Florida was tomorrow and as of today I had packed nothing. I was hoping that Malibu would change her mind about going, but if there's anything involving alcohol or boys she always forces me to go. It's not that I hated beer or the boys in my town (most of them are actually super attractive) , it's just that I'm not like Malibu. I'm not a "girly girl". I hate wearing anything "sexy", the dumb rap music they play at parties, and I especially don't have a talent for sports or tanning.

Malibu always says I have the most amazing blue eyes that "sparkle against my olive skin in even the dullest of sunshine" and light brown hair that anyone "would die for." But isn't that what friends are suppose to say?

Obviously none of the boys were going to chase after me with a girl like her.

I set off packing as soon as I got to my room and I had no idea what to wear for a whole entire week. I knew almost every single girl there would be in bikinis, short shorts, and dresses that barely cover any skin. I absolutely didn't have any of that. So I got a little creative, but I think my outfits aren't going to disappoint Mal too much.

Finishing around 9:30, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the worst as I finally fell asleep.

My alarm clock went off at 5:30 and I groggily sat up to hop in the shower and make some coffee before Mal picked me up.

Suddenly I heard someone screaming and shaking me awake. I woke up to find Mal at the foot of my bed screaming "We're gonna be late, dipshit!" (we had some great nicknames for each other) and I jumped out of bed to see that it was 6:45. Our plane was departing at 7:00 am and it took us at least 20 minutes to get there. Shit.

I threw on some skinny black sweats and a somewhat tight-fitting white v-neck. I decided to pair it with my black and white leopard print Nike Roshes, a gray jacket, and a white snapback, too.

We ran to the car with all of my bags and threw them into her back seat. On the drive there I tried to put on some mascara so I didn't look like a complete mess, waiting during every bump or sharp turn in the process. Somehow we missed every cop and Malibu sped through without stopping for any stoplights. We pulled up to the airport and somehow snuck through security with 7 minutes to spare.

I decided to grab a couple of cappuccinos for us while she held a spot in line for us to board the plane. I had ordered our drinks considerably fast since everyone was on the plane instead of ordering coffee. As I was running back to the plane with 3 minutes before take-off I suddenly crashed into someone and fell to the floor, spilling cappuccino all over me in the process.

Did, did I just touch his... dick?

Then I heard a deep, raspy voice. "Woah, I know I'm hot and all but I don't even know you. Maybe take a guy out to dinner first, take things slow?" He chuckled lightly.

I looked up to find this tall, lean, muscular boy. With his dark hair and his hypnotizing eyes, and for a guy...his amazing eyebrows. I slowly realized what was happening and knew the plane could be taking off any minute.

"S-sorry." I yelled at him as I ran back to my terminal. I heard him yell something back but I didn't know what.

Mal and the rest of the line wasn't there and I spun around as soon I heard a flight attendant say "Last minute boarding for the flight to Florida!" Oh thank god.

I got on the plane and sat next to Malibu. "Sorry," I said in between breaths "I spilt our drinks but I managed to save about half of yours. Here." She gave me a look like I was crazy and we both started laughing. "It's okay, we can share."

As the plane took off I told her about this mystery boy and enjoyed my two sips of "our" drink. When I finished the story I looked up and noticed a boy, who seemed to be staring at me, quickly turn back around.

Do you think that? No it can't be him. How would he have gotten on without me noticing? And even if it was him, he'd never pay attention to me.

I put my earbuds in and listened to Artic Monkeys as I slept the rest of the flight.