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Jack Johnson Imagine

"You ready babe?" Jack yelled from downstairs. "Yeah!" I yelled and walked downstairs. We left the house and drove to church because it was Sunday.

We arrived and got out and sat in one of the benches in the back after Jack whined about it for ten minutes.

"Babe I have to take a shit" Jack whispered in your ear and he shook his leg and bounced up and down in his seat.

"Jack we've literally been here less than 10 minutes! Why didn't you go at home?" I whisper yelled back. "I didn't have to go at the time" he sasses and I rolled my eyes.

"There's a bathroom in the back" I whispered and he nodded and got up. 45 minutes passed and Jack still hasn't came back yet.

"Where the hell are you!?" I texted him and he responded with "bathroom". "You are sick get out" I replied, making sure no one noticed I had my phone out.

"I can't. I clogged the toilet with my holy shit and I ran out of toilet paper. Bring me some?" He texted back and I almost choked on my tears from laughter. "No Jack. Just use your hand or something"

I texted back and he came back 10 minutes later. "You good?" I asked and he nodded and we continued on with church. We heard some yelling and then Matt and Aaron swooped in on vines and pelted the priest with bagels, while Gilinsky and Nash jammed out on saxophones and Carter tried to sing.

"Boo rice boy!" Someone yelled and we threw sushi at him till he turned into one big California roll and we rolled him out of the church.