I/P ✦ Omaha

Try Not to Cry | Jack Johnson

Hey, guys. So my grandpa is okay, he had a mini-stroke and has to go through physical therapy after he is released from the hospital, but on the bright side he's still with us and his all perky like he always is.
This imagine is dedicated to xwild-like-wildlifex & I hope you enjoy it!

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"Babe something came for you in the mail," my boyfriend Jack said walking into the room. I looked up from my phone and saw that he was holding a box. I jumped up excitedly and grabbed the box from his hands and ripped it open. "What is it?" He asked as I squealed.

"Shoes!" I said pulling the black and white Nike's from their box. He smirked. "They're even better in person," I said completely captivated. "Look!"

"Why don't you break them in?" He asked. I raised my eyebrows. "Me and you, one-on-one," he said picking up a basketball. I shook my head and put the shoes back in the box. "Aw, come on you know you want to," he winked and nudged my arm.

"Jack you've been asking me to play basketball with you all day, and it's blistering hot outside. Why don't you just call Gilinsky?" I asked standing up from the bed. He frowned. "Where did that even come from?" I asked gesturing to the random basketball in his hands.

"I keep it under the bed," he shrugged causing me to narrow my eyes. Sometimes he did things that made absolutely no sense to me, but it was always easier not to question it. "Please, babe," he asked sticking out his lower lip knowing that I was a sucker for it. "It'll be a good way to break your shoes in," he nudged me with his elbow.

"No," I whined causing him to let out an over-exaggerated groan. "We live right down the road from your best friend, just ask him to play with you."

"You just don't want to because you're afraid you'll lose," he shrugged. He gave me a smirk and I scowled. "Actually you know you'll lose."

"I'm not afraid," I scoffed.

"Oh really? Why won't you play then?" He asked with a playfully cocky tone. I rolled my eyes and glared at him. He knew how to purposely get under my skin. He opened up the window and stuck his head out of it causing me to look at him strangely. "Did you hear that world? She's afraid to play," he yelled.

"No one's listening to you," I laughed. "I'm not afraid to play you, but I'd rather not get sun poisoning," I shrugged sitting back down on the bed. He walked over to me and just when I thought he was going to touch my shoulder he quickly moved his hand and untied my bandana causing my brown hair to fall rapidly to my shoulders. I gasped, "give it back!"

He grinned wickedly while he tied the red bandana around his head and laughed. He took a glance in the mirror, "I think it looks really great on me."

"Give it back, Jack. That's not funny," I frowned.

"Want it back?" He asked and I nodded. "Then play me," he asked grabbing the basketball. I tried my hardest not to smile and finally I gave in because I knew that he was going to keep pestering me until he got what he wanted.

"Fine," I sighed. "I will play you, and when I beat you I expect tears." I put on my shoes and followed him outside to the driveway where the basketball hoop was placed. He thought he was doing me a favor by letting me start but it only worked to my advantage. We were both quite skilled when it came to the game and he had a streak of never missing, but he had to get the ball before he could even attempt to shoot it. "Since it's insanely hot, we'll play for half an hour."

"Fair enough," he said. He passed me the ball and when I began to dribble he spoke up again. "Oh, and Paige...babe...Just try not to cry too much when you lose," he trashed.

"Oh really, I don't think it's me we'll be worrying about," I smirked. The sun beat down on both of us causing a thin layer of sweat to form on my hand. I wiped it away with my hand and dribbled across the driveway and made the shot without any trouble. I saw him grit his teeth. We went back and forth making basket after basket. He was in the lead and the sun was wearing me down. I knew that I couldn't let him beat me, and the sweat was pouring off both of us. There was less than a minute left and I needed to get the ball from his possession. I blocked him continuously and gained the ball and dunked it with little effort. We were tied and had fifteen seconds left of the game. We were in an intense stare down and as I threw the ball I silently prayed it would make it. When the shot was made I jumped up and did a victory dance to rub it into his face. He frowned. "Aw, is little Jacky going to cry?" I teased.

"Alright, alright you won," he said taking my bandana from his head and handing it back to me. I grinned and tied my hair back up. "Now what do we do?" He asked when we walked back into the house.

"Well now you can clean my shoes since they're scuffed up," I said simply handing my new shoes to him. "Have fun," I kissed his cheek and walked into the leaving room before he could even process what had just happened.