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New Tradition | Jack Gilinsky

Hey guys, so first I'm going to say sorry in advance if this sucks because I'm super tired but I needed to finish this so I could get the ball rolling for the other imagines. This is the first holiday imagine and it's for JG. If you want something else to read check out my Sammy Wilk fanfiction titled 'Committed.'

Hope you enjoy :)

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I sighed as I stared out the large window of my apartment that captured the perfect view of downtown L.A. It was Christmas Eve, and the weather was sunny and incredibly warm. It didn't feel like Christmas in anyway, growing up I was always used to snow on the ground, and a snowman standing out in the front lawn. I had made the decision to move out to L.A. with my boyfriend so we could both pursue our careers. He was a musician, and I was an aspiring artist.

The hot tea from my red holiday mug burnt my lips and caused me to wince. I sat it down on the wooden stand next to the window and continued to look outside. The streets down below were bustling with vehicles, and pedestrians. The reflection from the Christmas tree showed in the window. I turned around and gave a sad smile to it and approached it slowly. I scan the tree, looking at the colorful ornaments and the glittering star at the top. The white lights were shining bright, but the spirit just wasn't there.

"Hey, babe," I heard as the door opened. I turned my attention from the tree to Jack who had just arrived home. He kissed my cheek. "Is something wrong?"

"No," I shook my head despondently. "How was your day?"

"It was great, we worked on a new song today and I think it's coming along really well," he reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "How was yours?" He smiled showing his perfect grin.

"It was okay, I just kind of hung out here except for some last minute shopping," I leaned up against the wall. He nodded.

"Oh, did you get anything good?" He asked and I nodded slightly. "Babe, are you sure you're okay? You look upset about something."

"I guess I'm just not really in the spirit," I shrugged and walked into the main room. I heard his footsteps behind me on the dark hardwood floor. I laid down on the soft grey couch and closed my eyes. I felt the cushion sink in near my feet. He had sat in his usual spot. "Christmas has always been important to me, you know. I had all of these traditions that I would do annually with my family, and now it's just different. Yeah, I realize that I kind of signed up for all of this, but I'm not used to it. I can't remember one Christmas there wasn't snow on the ground, or snow angels out front. I always used to have snowball fights with my parents and my siblings and once we were too cold to stand the cold any longer we would go inside and warm up. It was our thing, and now I'm in a place where it doesn't even snow..."

He placed his hand on my leg and slowly rubbed it. "I know how important it is to you, babe. But I thought you wanted to come out here?"

"I did, and I still want to be here. It's just different," I sat up and looked at him. He had his teeth latched onto his lower lip and pulled my close to him and I curled up to his side.

We had been together for over a year, and this was our first Christmas season in our own place by ourselves. We were states away from our families, and we only had each other and our friends. I knew that he was going to be the start to a perfect Christmas, but I wanted something to remind me of home.

He sighed and twirled pieces of my hair and I grabbed the TV remote and started to flip through the different TV shows. "They're showing Frosty! I watched this every year when I was younger," I frowned softly and changed the channel.

"What are you doing?" He looked at me confused with his dark, coarse eyebrows furrowed and his jawline softly clenched. I gave him a questioning look. "Let's watch it," he grabbed the remote from my hand and changed the station back to the one that was playing one of my favorite childhood specials. I gave him a soft smile and rested my head on his shoulder while he continued to play with piece of my soft hair. "Look, they have a whole line up of the best Christmas movies ever made. How The Grinch Stole Christmas is on later, we have to watch it."

"You like that movie?" I smiled.

"Are you kidding?" He scoffed. "I love that movie!" He chuckled and I grinned and rested my head back on his shoulder. He hummed along softly to the tune of the show and I couldn't help but grin. "You know what we can do? We can make our own holiday traditions together. You said that you always used to play in the snow, and drink hot chocolate. What if we do something that is special and important to us?"

"Hmm...like what?" I crossed my legs and gave him my full attention. He was capable of coming up with some of the best ideas that he knew that I would absolutely adore. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he thought of ideas.

"We could do something like we've never done before that we've always wanted to do. Like I've always wanted to make one of those stupid gingerbread houses, but I've never gotten around to it," he grimaces. I smile.

"Well, let's go get the stuff," I shrugged. "We have a new life together, so this could be the start to a new tradition for just the two of us."

"Okay," he smiled a goofy grin and kissed the tip of my nose. "Come on!" He said excitedly and jumped up from the couch and we hurried our way downtown.

"God this is more complicated than I thought," he frowned as we began to construct our gingerbread house. "How are you doing this so perfectly while mine looks like a two year old did it? You've done this before haven't you?"

"Nope," I said focusing my attention to the gingerbread walls of the house. I felt his eyes staring at me as I paid precise attention. "What?" I asked trying not to smile.

"You look really adorable right now," he said smirking. I felt myself blush and my cheeks arose in a flesh color. "It looks great actually," he said as he observed the final product. The walls were decorated with white frosting, and the roof was covered in gum drops and candy sprinkles. It was simple, yet it had a sentimental significance. "We should dance."

"To what music?" I laughed.

"Music that I'm about to turn on," he shook his head and chuckled. He began to play music from his phone and led me into an open space near the Christmas tree. He twirled me a couple times and pulled me in close to him. I stared up at him, and his deep brown eyes studied my every feature just like they always do. Our hips swayed back and forth, and rocked in synchronization. I shrieked as he tried to dip me and almost dropped me. "I wouldn't drop you," he pressed his nose to mine and we continued to slowly move along to the music.

We did this for what seemed like forever, but was only around a total of fifteen minutes. He glanced at the clock and cut our dance short so we wouldn't miss a single second of the movie. We both made comfortable places on the couch and I ate a couple gum drops from the gingerbread roof. We watched the movie completely captured and mesmerised by it. It reminded me of when I was little and watched this movie religiously. Halfway through the movie he had wrapped his arm around me and I placed my head on his chest. I was comfortable and I felt safe. He was trying to cheer me up, and make memories that will last for the two of us.

"I know you miss home, and your family, but I hope we can use these as our own traditions from now on. This will be our special thing for Christmas, and in the future when we're sitll together we'll continue to do it," he kissed my cheek softly and I smiled with content.