I stepped out of the limo as soon as the engine stopped, rushing to get inside of the warm hotel. It was already starting to cool off as I first stepped out of the tall building the meet and greet took place. I took in a deep breath, filling my lungs with the salt scented air and then released the pressure. I kept walking, going ahead through the doors while everyone else piled out of the wide doors.
The soft carpet felt good against my sore feet. I decided to take my flats off a few minutes before we arrived, earning complaints from the boys and me simply not giving a fuck which they also got mad at.
I told myself that the moment I plop down on that bed I would be passed out, but of course the boys ruined that from happening since they already planned to go to some restaurant by the beach.
I swear if we're there for more than two hours I will fall asleep on the the table. Although I hope that won't happen. This will give us some bonding time and is our first dinner out together so it should bring us closer.
Wow, thinking of all of this bonding shit really makes me miss my girls. I kind of feel selfish not spending time with them and not talking to them because I know how they like to talk. I mean I talk a lot too but, and I mean this in the best way possible, they can't seem to stop.
Sometimes they just talk about random stuff that doesn't even matter. Like the other day when I went to go get drinks and came back to hear them talking about politics, which they don't know shit about, but they felt the need to discuss it because the news was on.
Taylor's words nearly gave me a heart attack from breaking my train of thought as he cries, "Jasmine watch out!"
I look up from the ground to see an older man walking out of the elevator and straight into me. I quickly apologize as I bump into his chest.
"Shit, sorry," I hear my choice of words and mentally curse at myself before adding a quick, "Sorry," and flush.
The old man probably in his sixties smiles, a dimple popping at his left cheek, and shakes his head. "It's fine honey. I've heard it plenty from me and my wife," he politely dismisses my apology, the smile turning into a grin at the mention of his wife.
He looks behind me, the smile still held on his face and a sparkle in his eye, but before I can turn around, a woman, probably his wife, is approaching his side. My thoughts are answered when he slings his arm around her shoulders and intertwines their fingers together.
I smile politely at her as she turns to me with curiosity in her eyes, probably wondering why I'm stand here with her husband.
"Shit babe, I left the key in the room," she complains, her sweet voice is slightly rough, but still smooth like velvet. It's an old person thing. He turns and gives me a smile.
"Yep, she's a keeper," he winks at me as she swats his chest playfully with a loving smile. I almost want to envy their love, but everyone has their time and it's obviously not soon since one, I'm not old and two, we only started dating.
Holy shit.
Jack and me are dating.
I'm finally getting what I wanted and he's finally getting what he wanted.
Shit.
He admitted that he too has loved me ever since. If I wasn't standing in front of these elderly couple I'd be screaming from excitement.
Damn, I've been too into my head to even paying attention to reality. Though I'm pretty sure they were just arguing over something.
He gives me a small wave and walks away with the love of his life. I smile back and head towards the elevator, not realizing that everyone but Madi and the girls has left.
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Best friends or more? (Jack Gilinsky fanfic)
Fanfiction"I made a huge mistake," he shook his head as he mumbled in his hands. "And what was that?" I asked shakily. "I fell in love with my best friend."
