#jack johnson fluff

I wake up, and there’s a blanket draped across my body. Grace is playing with my hair.

“Morning.” She whispers.

“Morning beautiful.” I smile, staying where I was. “Nate and the Jacks left Omaha last night; they should be here at least by lunch. They’ve been worried about you, especially Nate.” She laughs, and runs her hands through my hair. I sigh, and smile, content. She never fails to make me smile, even in a hospital. A nurse walks in, the same from last night.

“There are three young men in the waiting area. They say they are Johnson, Gilinsky, and Skate. I’m not sure if they’re the same as the names you put on the paper.”

“Yeah, it’s their nicknames. Let them back.” I said, lifting my head, and looking at Grace. She seems nervous. “Gracie, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to disappoint Nate. I feel like he’s going to be really disappointed in me.” She mumbles.

“Hey, he still loves you. We all do.” I say, before the door opens, revealing the rest of the squad.

“Ay, lil mama!” Skate rushes over, and I back off, allowing him to see his little sister. “I missed you, why didn’t you call me? I was so worried.” He hugs her, and holds on tight.

“He crushed my phone.” She answered, voice muffled.

“Who?”

“My boyfriend, Juan. He’s also my dealer. He didn’t want me in contact with anyone else, so he took my phone and deleted all my contacts. Yours was the only one I had memorized, so I would message you, and delete the messages from my phone, for when he checked to make sure I wasn’t talking to anyone he didn’t say I could talk to. He came home early, and I had forgotten to delete your messages. He found them, and got mad, crushed my phone, and walked out. So, I had no way of getting a hold of anyone. Plus, I was more concerned with not making him mad, because he was my heroin source.” She answered, still keeping her face buried in his neck. I felt one of the Jack’s  coming up behind me.

“Dude, I’m glad you found her.” It was Gilinsky. I look over, and Johnson was pacing a little.

“Me too. I think I found her just in time.” I whispered back.

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Sammy called me, and told me he found Grace, but she was in the hospital. I got that call last night, and Johnson was on the computer, looking for tickets before the call ended. I had him on speaker, when he told me what was happening. My baby sister was on heroin, and killing herself slowly, also ending up overdosing right before he found her. We got on the plane, and impatiently waited to land. Right now, our UBER driver is driving us to Mercy Hospital in Queens. He’s taking his good old damn time too.

“Ay, man, could you speed up a bit? My baby sister’s in the hospital, probably on life support, we need to get there fast.” I say, causing him to roll his eyes.

“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard an excuse like that, I wouldn’t be an UBER driver any more. Calm down, son. Whatever you’re going to, can wait.” That pissed me off.

“Like hell she can wait! My baby sister, freaking overdosed, and my best friend found her, as she fell unconscious, in his freaking arms! She’s at the hospital, the one I freaking told you to go to, now if you don’t speed this damn car up, so help me God-” Johnson pulled me back, while Gilinsky covered my mouth.

“Nate, calm your ass down, man. We’ll get there. Sammy’s taking good care of her, and he won’t let anything happen. You need to get yourself in check, otherwise, you might scare her.” Johnson says, looking me straight in the eye. I nod, and close my eyes.

“Alright man. I’m good. Sorry.” A tear slips down my face, which is buried in my hands now. I feel the car start to speed up. About five minutes later, it stops.

“Sir, I hope your sister gets better. Give her my best.” The driver quietly says. “No charge.” I shake my head, confused. “The way you reacted, and got so emotional, reminded me of when I was trying to get to my mom. Ride’s free of charge. Go find your baby sister; she needs you.” I smile, and get out, running into the doors, with the Jack’s. We didn’t even stop to pack bags before we came. The only thing we have on us, is what we’re wearing, our wallets, and our phones. The lady at the front desk stops me.

“Sir, you need to check in with me. What do you need?” She asks.

“My baby sister, is here. My best friend found her, and she went unconscious from some kind of drug. I need to see her.” She nods, sitting in front of her computer.

“What’s her name?”

“Grace Maloley. I’m her brother, Skate, that’s Gilinsky and Johnson.”  The nurse looks at us, suspicious.

“I’ll be right back. Stay here, with the security guard.” She leaves, and a fat security guard, carrying a box of donuts, waddles over. Some security this hospital has.

“We could outrun him.” Gilinsky comments, the security guard not even paying attention.

“No. We’re not getting arrested.” I say, waiting for the nurse to come back. Eventually, she walks towards us, smiling.

“Come with me. She’s with her boyfriend.” I follow her, confused. “Her boyfriend is Sam, right?” I relax, and chuckle.

“Nah, he’s my best friend. They’ve always been really close.” She nods, and smiles. There’s a door, closed, but it is glass. The nurse opens the door, and I walk through.

“Aye, lil’ mama!” I walk through, going straight over to Grace. “I missed you, why didn’t you call me?” Sammy gets out of the way, and I pull her into  a hug, her face buried into my neck. I’m holding on to her, as if she would completely disappear if I let go of her. She doesn’t seem to mind, clinging to me like a lifeline.

“He crushed my phone.” Her voice is slightly muffled, but still able to be understood.

“Who?”

“My boyfriend, Juan. He’s also my dealer. He didn’t want me in contact with anyone else, so he took my phone and deleted all my contacts. Yours was the only one I had memorized, so I would message you, and delete the messages from my phone, for when he checked to make sure I wasn’t talking to anyone he didn’t say I could talk to. He came home early, and I had forgotten to delete your messages. He found them, and got mad, crushed my phone, and walked out. So, I had no way of getting a hold of anyone. Plus, I was more concerned with not making him mad, because he was my heroin source.” She answers me, and it breaks my heart, and fuels my hatred for whoever did this to her.

“You’re not going back, you’re coming home, with me. I won’t let you get hurt anymore.” I tell her, feeling the front of my shirt, dampen, with warm tears. I rub her back, pulling her into my lap. I let her cry it out, being careful not to pull or crush any of the wires and tubes attached to her. I hear the door open, and look over. Johnson walked out; he’s a sensitive dude, but he covers it pretty good. Gilinsky saunters over, sitting in an extra chair. We silently wait for Grace to calm down, before she slowly lets go.

“Hey, Grace; it’s been a while.” She relaxes, and turns, keeping her head laying against my chest.

“Hi, G.” She mumbles, still attached to me, but she allows him to brush some hair out of her face, and he smiles. She’s literally like a sister to him, and he worries about her like I do. Johnson’s pretty much her best friend who’s like a brother. He looks after her, but gossips and listens to her like a best friend. Then there’s Sammy, the best friend. They’re probably the closest, and honestly I don’t know why. But, I trust him. He would never go after her, and try to date my sister. I like his sister, but I ain’t about to do anything about it. I feel her begin to become limp, and look at Jack G.

‘She’s asleep.’ He mouths, and I nod, not even daring to wake her up, or put her down. I hold her tighter, thanking God she’s still alive. Johnson walks back in, and his eyes are red; they’re not red from getting high, he looks like he was crying.

“You good?” I quietly ask. He nods, and walks over. “She fell asleep from crying.”

“So we’re taking her home after she gets out?” I nod. “How long is that gonna take?”

“As long as she needs it. I’ll stay with her until they let her out.” I answer. He nods, before leaning against a wall.

“What about tour?”

Request by anon: getting high with Nate? (So,, I kind of took a different turn at this than you were probably thinking of, so I really hope you like it.)

Tonight is one of those nights. Nate is having the boys over, while I hole up in our room and do homework. College can be a real bitch sometimes. Never-ending essays and professors who want you to do a seven day project in 24 hours. Right now is the worst. FInals week. I’m sitting on our bedroom floor, with seven textbooks open and spread out all around me, my laptop having notes pulled up; about 13 different tabs open of nothing but notes. Study guides are strewn all over the place. I’m surrounded by books and papers. The boys are having the time of their lives downstairs, hollaring and yelling at the top of their lungs. I can’t see straight let alone think. I stand, and slam open the bedroom door, stressed and aggravated at everyone and everything. 

“Hey, dipshits! Quiet the fuck down! I’m trying to study for my damn finals!” I scream from the top of the stairs. It goes silent, until Nate walks up the stairs to me. Nate is my boyfriend, and he is honestly the most amazing guy ever. 

“Hey, lil mama, you’re stressed. You need to relax baby.” He croons, softly pushing my hair out of my face. I narrow my eyes. 

“Nathan, I can’t just relax. I have to study for my finals. If I don’t pass then I’ll have to repeat some of those classes and I won’t graduate on time.” I try to explain to him. Nothing makes sense anymore. Tears start springing in my eyes, and Nate pulls me into his chest. 

“Baby, you’re smart as fuck. I know you can pass those finals. You’ve been cramming and studying for over a month now. You need to relax that pretty little head of yours. Why don’t you come downstairs, light up? You need it.” I think it over. I haven’t gotten high in months because of school. I nod my head and follow Nate downstairs. i go into the kitchen and grab myself some water, before coming out to Nate rolling me a blunt. He can roll faster than anyone I know. He settles down into the love seat, and hands me my blunt before pulling me into him. I light up and take a long drag. 

“Damn, I didn’t know you smoked, Y/N.” I head Johnson say. “You never struck me as the type.” I could slowly feel the effects settling in. my brain slowing down. 

“I need a drink.” I mutter. “Babe, where’s the Hennesey?” 

“Right here lil mama.” I grab the bottle and take a drink straight from it. I sigh in content. I miss this. 

“Johnson, you do realize that Nate and I met at a deal, right? I used to deal his weed before I decided to go to college. He never knew it was me because I had sub-dealers working under me to keep me protected. It was one of those well known things. I always went by ‘boss’. Never anything else. One of my sub-dealers screwed Nate over so he somehow hunted me down and confronted me about it. And that was that. I started giving him discounts and personally delivering and all that shit. Once he started getting up there with the fame, I didn’t want to be away from him so I stopped the business and decided to go to college. End of story.” the room was silent, while I continued to smoke and drink. 

“Damn. That’s insane. I remember him being pissed when Damon screwed him over.” Swazz said. I rolled my eyes. 

“I never liked him anyway. He was power hungry and tried to run everything for me. I was actually planning on firing him after he returned from Nate’s deal. But, he brought so much cash I changed my mind. I fired him after Nate told me and showed me what he did. Haven’t seen or heard from him since.” The effects start hardcore hitting, causing me to get really cuddly. I curl into Nate, and he wraps his arms around me. It was nice and intimate. I rested my head on his chest, allowing Gilinsky to take the bottle out of my hands. I finished my blunt, and settled in, allowing myself to be calm and feel good. “I love you Nate.” I mumble. 

“I love you too lil mama.” I could hear the guys quietly try to leave. 

“Guys, don’t drive while you’re high. You can crash in the spare rooms tonight.” I spoke up. I heard the guys laughing. 

“Even when you’re high, you’re still the responsible one.” Sammy laughs. I flip him off while they all go find somewhere to sleep. 

“Nate. Would you be mad at me if I dropped out of college? I hate it and I don’t really want to do it anymore. It makes me upset and it won’t let me be with you anymore. It’s pointless.” I say, looking up at his face. He stays silent for a while.

“Baby, I don’t think you should drop out. But, I’ve noticed how upset it always makes you and you’re never happy anymore. So if dropping out makes you happy, then I’ll support you. I just want you to be happy.” He mumbles. I smile.

I snapped out of my dream as the thunder cracked and the rain poured outside, speeding up my now erratic breathing and my heart pounding loudly. I rubbed my eyes before noticing that he wasn’t next to me. I frowned getting up and slowly walking out of the room and checking down the hall, the bathrooms lights were off. I started creeping downstairs when a noise came from the kitchen. My hands started shaking and I hesitated going further. Grow up it’s probably nothing stop being such a scaredy cat.

 I took a deep breath and continued walking downstairs before walking across to the doorway of the kitchen praying to God that the guy was Jack and not some serial killer because then I was seriously gonna die. I peeked around the corner, only to see Jack sneakily taking ice-cream out of the freezer and putting it on the island counter alongside the ice-cream toppings and whipped cream. I smiled walking into the kitchen, the wooden floor creaking scaring Jack as he spun around and immediately holding his hands out in a ‘Karate Kid’ style kung-fu move. I burst out laughing as Jack exhaled relieved.

 “Seriously Noelle? I almost had a heart attack!” Jack scolded holding his hand to his heart, his loud heartbeat echoing. I walked over to him, hugging him before kissing him and pouting.

 “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to.” I apologized batting my eyelashes. Jack tried to maintain his angry expression but a face-splitting grin appeared instead.

 “How can I be mad at a gorgeous face like that?” Jack kissed me tenderly, wrapping his arms around me while I rested my head on his chest, his heartbeat echoing in my ear while Jack rested his chin on my head. “Wanna join me for some midnight ice-cream?”

 I nodded pulling away, walking to the cupboard to get bowls. Jack got the message and pulled out 6 different small tubs of ice-cream before placing it on the table. I smiled sitting on the wooden stool almost on top of Jack who was already dishing out ice-cream.

 “Jeez babe calm down, the ice-cream won’t run away from you.” I joked, Jack glared at me before sticking his tongue out at me teasingly. I giggled making Jack smile before he leaned over to kiss me before dishing out more ice-cream. I shook my head smiling wishing Jack and I had more spontaneous moments like these, just the two of us doing what we felt like in the moment.

 “So why are you up so early?” I asked him, eating a spoonful of chocolate ice-cream. Jack quickly pondered the thought while eating his delectable Nutella ice-cream.

 “Honestly? No idea. Guess I had an ice-cream craving and decided to cure that craving. You?” I gulped down my ice-cream, making my throat feel uncomfortably cold. I flinched, almost falling off my chair as the thunder boomed.

 “That” I trembled, the spoon shaking in my hand as I moved it up to my mouth. My parents thought my fear of thunder was ridiculous so I never really got over the loud and scary sound of the thunder and lightning booming and cracking above due to their constant teasing. Jack picked me up and set me on his lap, his warmth making me feel better as he moved my bowl closer so I could eat.

 “You don’t need to be scared when I’m around. ‘Kay?” Jack leaned down kissing my forehead, I nodded as a response. We ate our ice-cream while Jack tried to distract me by talking about the new music and the new DigiTour tour but everytime the thunder cracked, I jumped in my seat and my heart almost burst through my chest. Jack plopped me in my original seat before getting up and putting our bowls in the sink before walked behind me and hugged me from behind. I smiled, resting my cheek against his, my heart beating for another reason.

 Jack and I had been going out for just under 2 years and he still managed to make me weak at the knees. Jack was a true romantic and every month he could, on our anniversary we went back to the place we first met; the DVD rental shop around the corner from my house. The first couple times we got kicked out by the owner since celebratory champagne and DVD’s don’t really mix but he eventually left us alone when he realized we didn’t mean any harm. The boys always made fun of Jack for being ‘whipped’ but gave up when I brought up the fact that none of them have girlfriends; their excuse being they’re just too busy and don’t have the time to keep a woman. Jack still teases them for that.

 Jack helped me up from the seat and held my hand tightly as he walked us to our room upstairs. Jack walked me to my side of the bed, helping me in as he tucked me then walked over to his side of the bed and got in. He maneuvered himself behind me, cuddling me against him. I turned around, my face against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me before kissing my forehead. Suddenly the thunder boomed again and the peaceful aura was ruined as I attempted to calm myself once again.

 “Pick a song.” I frowned looking up at Jack.

 “What?”

 “Just pick a song.” I pondered before finally deciding on ‘Disconnected’ by 5SOS. Jack sang it softly, his chest vibrating against my cheek as I closed my eyes. Jack started tracing random shapes on my back, humming a bit loud as the thunder boomed again and startling me.

 I started drifting off to sleep and Jack’s humming got softer and softer until it eventually stopped. I opened my eyes, looking up at Jack who was watching me.

 “Go sleep.” Jack demanded and I shook my head in reply.

 “Tell me something.”

 “Okay.”

 “Do you think we’ll last?” Jack looked at me as though I’d grown another head in that second.

 “Yes. Why would you even ask that?” I shrugged.

 “Not ‘I don’t know’. Why would you even ask that?”

 “I’ve always been in relationships where I thought we were good for each other and happy but then I’d get blindsided and I’d get left for someone else until the guy realizes he had a good thing going for him then they come running back and fucking me over again.” Jack was quiet, I looked up at him waiting for a reaction.

 “Noelle, we’ve been dating for almost 2 years. I’ve never had a relationship that’s lasted this long and I’ve honestly never been this happy with someone. You’ve stayed with me even though I used to be more away from you than with you and even through all those shitty rumours about cheating, I would be a fucking moron to let you go.

 “And those assholes who did all that to you? They’re the fucking morons who are probably realizing right now what a good thing they had with you and how much they fucked up. I love you and I’m never gonna stop proving that to you until you believe it. Okay?” I grinned at Jack, leaning up and kissing him on the lips.

 “I love you too, Johnson.” Jack held me tightly against him.

 “And if those asshole exes of yours ever come back, they’re gonna have to go through me…and 11 other guys.” I laughed, turning around before Jack pulled me in, snuggling against my back.

 “Night love.”

Summarry ~ It was suppose to be a boring school year until JAck sat beside you in music class.

Words ~ 1217

Requested ~ Yes

It was just suppose to be another boring year of school until I looked at the seating chart for the year. Of coarse they would put me beside the popular boy. I honestly didn't know whether I should be happy or nervous, maybe both. I mean Jack is gorgeous and talented but I am not good with boys. What if he asks me a question? There is no way I will be able to answer with out stuttering. I sighed and sat down in my seat, I was just happy that my seat was at the back of the classroom. I had arrived early so I sat at the back with my headphones in, I had my feet up on the desk until I felt a tap on the shoulder. I looked up to see Jack. I took my headphones out and turned to him. “Hey what's up, I’m Jack your partner for the year” He smiled. “What's up I’m Y/N” I said casually even though my heart melted and I was having a panic attack. He sat down in his seat and started talking to the other Jack. There was only a couple of student in the room including me and Jack. I started scrolling through Tumblr when my phone started ring and just my luck that my ringtone was Jack's song. I quickly picked it up. “Hello” I answered. “Hey it's Shawn” I heard my best friend say. “What do you want?” I said flustered. “Wow what is wrong with you?” He said and I could hear the frown in his voice. “I am having problems, what do you need?” “I was just making sure that you are going to do a collab with me later” “Yeah of coarse I will sing, I will dance, I will do the girlfriend tag, if you want but I really have to go” “Okay” He laughed. “Okay, love you Shawn” “Love you too” He said before I hung up. I have been best friends with Shawn for 5 years ever since I literally fell over onto him. Everyone thinks we are dating but I swear that we only love each other in the best friend way. I put my phone in my pocket and looked up to Jack and Jack smiling at me. I just groaned and put my head on the desk. “My life is a series of awkward events” I said, and I could hear them laugh. “Well at least now we know you don't hate us” “Because I am sure that was the vibe I was giving” I said lifting my head. Before he could reply the teacher walked into the room. The rest of the day went by pretty fast, me and Jack didn't really talk much except for hi's and bye's. About two weeks later our music teacher started telling us what the project of the year was. “This year you will pair up, write and perform a song” Mr. Cisum announced. I wanted to die. I could deal with the human interaction that I would have to do because of this project and I could deal with the writing even though I was pretty shit at English, but performing! “You will be paired up with the person you are sitting beside” I wanted to die even more. I know Jack is an amazing musician, and he is also hot, how am I suppose to keep a cool persona in front of him. I looked over and he was smiling at me, I just smiled back having a mental argument. “So do you want to come over to my house and we can start working on the song” He asked as we walked out of class. “Em yeah sure” I said looking at my feet. “Cool, come on I will give you a ride” He said walking down the hall, I followed behind him. We arrived at his house and immediately started working, well sort of. After maybe an hour of writing down words that rhyme we started to get to know each other, then we just kind of forgot about the song and we started watching a movie. We decided to just try and write it tomorrow, but the next day the same thing kind of happened. Every time I went over to his house we would write 4 or 5 lines and then get distracted, that is until 2 weeks later on a Friday. “Okay class remember you have to perform your song on Monday” Mr. Cisum said before the end of school. “Okay we need to get some really work done today” I said as we walked out of school. “Agreed” Jack said nodding. We had been working on the song for at least 3 hours and we were having some trouble. “Okay I really need to go to the bathroom” I said getting up off the bed, but as I leaned on the side pushing myself off the bed my school bag fell and all it content spread across the floor. “Oh crap” I sighed. “I will clean that up in a second” I said running to the bathroom. After I was done I walked back into the room to see Jack holding my music book, I ran over ripping it out of his hands. “What are you doing?” I yelled. “What is that?” He said pointing at my book. “None of your business” I said shoving it into my bag. “Are they songs? Have you been writing songs behind my back?” “What? Behind your back? These have nothing to do with our project, these are personal” I said pushing the last book into my bag. “We could use one of them” “No these aren't for anyone, listen I think I should go I will talk to you tomorrow” I said turning to leave. “Wait! Don't go. I'm sorry I won't mention it. Lets just finish the song” He said sitting back down. I dropped my bag and sat down beside him. We worked on the song for another 30 minutes before Jack started talking again. “Does your boyfriend know about the song you wrote him?” “There is no song about a boyfriend” I said confused and then I realise he was talking about the song I wrote about him and my cheeks started glowing red. “Oh, so is he angry about all the time we are spending together?” “Jack, who told you I have a boyfriend, because I don't” “But on the first day of school you said the girlfriend tag, and you said I love you” “Yeah I was talking to my best friend, it was a joke” “So you don't have a boyfriend?” He asked. “No” I laughed. “Thank God” He said before pressing his lips on to mine. I was so shocked I nearly fell off the bed, but I instead placed my hand on his cheek and kissed back. We pulled back smiling. “The song is about you Jack” I blushed. “Really?” “Yeah you just make me feel that way” “You make me feel the exact same way” He smiled pulling me back in for another kiss.

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A/N: OMG guys i totally know i have other requests but this idea popped in my head and I had to write it. I’m sorry but I will get to the requests asap. hope this makes up for my lack of imagines

One year ago…

I slid the key, my boyfriend Jack Johnson had given me to his and his friend Jack Gilinsky’s house,into the keyhole and quietly unlocked the door. It was 2:24 in the morning and I had decided to surprise Jack. I hadn’t seen him in 5 months and was missing him terribly. I planned to sneak up to his room and crawl into bed with him, not wanting to wake him this late. I set my bags on the ground and placed my shoes next to the door. Stumbling up the stairs, my hand gripped Jack’s door knob and twisted it slowly.

“Oh Jack baby!” I heard a girl moan. I knew I was at the right room and I knew that was Madison with Gilinsky. I would recognize her voice anywhere, we have been best friends for 3 years now.

Pushing the door open, I saw a full head of blonde hair and knew I was in the right room. The door slammed against the wall from my force and his eyes connected with mine.

“Y/N? Oh god Y/N this isn’t what it looks like” he said, getting off of the dark haired girl quickly.

“Stop” I said, making him stop in his tracks. I looked over at the girl then to him then to their clothes on the ground and finally back to him, narrowing my eyes at him.

“I fly out here to surprise you because I know you’ve been working so hard and you haven’t been answering my calls and I just wanted to be with you. But maybe work isn’t why you’ve been ignoring me.” The harsh words fall from my mouth.

“Baby let me expla-” he stumbles.

“Explain what? Oh baby I’m drunk. She’s just a mistake. It’ll never happen again. I love you. You’re my girl” I say dramatically and take a step to him. I sniff the air.

“Well you aren’t drunk since you haven’t been drinking. “ I step towards his dresser, opening the top drawer where I usually keep my clothes. “She isn’t a mistake and it’ll happen again since her clothes are here.” I look him deep in the eyes, “And you don’t love me. I’m not your girl or you wouldn’t have stuck your dick in her while I’m at home, calling you fucking mom at 1 in the morning because you haven’t spoken to me in two weeks and having her tell me to fly out here because there’s shit I should know but she wouldn’t tell me because you’re a ‘big kid’ that can handle his own.” I put air quotes around the words big kid. “But you aren’t a big kid, Jack. Because the big kids I know know how to keep their fucking dick in their pants when they have a loyal and always supporting girl by their side. So fuck you and fuck this relationship. We’re done.” I finish my rant and storm down the stairs, him to stunned to even follow me. I put on my shoes and grab my bags. I walk out, leaving the house key in his mailbox. Not knowing where to go and not knowing L.A very well, I call an Uber and give my location. After about 10 minutes, the driver pulls up and I get in.

“Can you take me to the closest beach?” I ask and he nods. My hand never leaves my phone, part wanting Jack to call and part prepared to hit 911 in case the driver is freaky.

“Here you are miss. And I hope you are able to wipe those tears away and smile” he says, noticing tears stained on my cheeks. Getting out, my feet hit the ground and I make my way to the beach. I take a seat and scroll through my contacts. I hit the call button.

“Hello? Babe? What’s up? Y/N are you crying?” Swazz’s raspy voice flows into the speaker of my phone.

“J-john I didn’t know who else to call. I c-came out to L.A. and-and Jack.. he was s-sleeping with a-another girl!” I burst into tears.

“Y/N where are you, I’m coming to get you.” Shuffling comes through the phone as I whisper, “the beach. p-please hurry”

Present..

It had been a year since Jack and I broke up. A year since I decided to permanently stay in L.A. and about 9 months since Swazz and I moved in together. It was nothing romantic. I needed a roommate to help with rent and he offered. I still hung out with all the boys, even Johnson. The only difference was that I barely spoke a word to him and I got pretty wasted anytime I was at a party he was at. I was so thankful to have John as a friend because he never judged me and he always helped me get home and into bed.

“Y/N you coming tonight?” John says, poking his head in my room.

“Yeah. How do I look?” I walk out of my bathroom, wearing a tight pair of skinny jeans and a low cut crop top.

“Damn girl. I’m one lucky guy to have you on my arm” he smiles and I punch him in his arm.

“In your dreams Swazz” I giggle, kissing his cheek.

“Every night” he flirts. One of the best things about Swazz was how he could flirt but I knew it was a friendly thing.

“Ready to go Mr. Swift?” I ask, slipping on flats and grabbing my phone.

“Always Ms.Y/L/N” he answered, grabbing my hand and we were off.

:This party is lit! Good job boys” I yell over the music to Sam and Nate as I grabbed a drink. They had set up a private party on the beach complete with loads of drinks and a bonfire and great music. Nate smiled at me as Sammy grabbed me by my waist.

“You look so fine ma” he whispered in my ear. I took a drink and looked at him, “and you’re a fuckboy Sam.” “Aw ma don’t act like that. Dance with me?” he asked, smirking. My eyes scanned the crowd of friends dancing and the fell upon Jake. That same brunette girl was attached to him, her hips grinding back against him. I looked up at Sammy and nodded.

“But one second okay?” I said, running to the cooler and grabbing a bottle of vodka. I quickly chugged some and made my way back to Sam. He pulled me to him, his handed connecting with my hips. I heard Beyonce’s song Yonce start to play and smirked. Hips grinding back against Sammy’s I started to feel the alcohol rush through my veins.

“Y/N get in here!” I heard a voice yell at me. I looked over and saw that a dance circle had started and my friend and G’s girlfriend Madison waving at me. I smirked, walking to her and she pushed me into the middle.

“Do that one dance you were doing the first time I met you!” she shouted and I smirked. Madison and I had met 4 years ago when she was at the dance studio I had been going to since I was little.

I started to sway my hips to the beat and dance.

“Damn lil mama!” I could hear Nate shout as I got more into it. The song soon ended and I made my way out of the circle, people clapping for me. I made my way to the drinks, grabbing one.

About 45 minutes later I was completely smashed.

“Y/N you are so fucking hot. The way you can move them hips. Damn lil mama” Nate said as I plopped onto his lap and took the joint from hit.

“Thanks babe” I said, taking a hit. I handed it back and looked up, seeing Johnson making his way to me.

“Y/N can I talk to you?” he asked seriously.

“Nate I’ll be back.” I said, kissing his cheek a little too long and stood up. I stumbled over my feet and grabbed onto him, steadying myself.

“I’m drunk so make this short. You know I can’t focus on things too long” I saw as we walk along the edge of the water, him keeping me steady.

“I miss you” he says, completely serious and I can’t help but laugh.

“You miss me? Did you miss me so much that you fucked another girl, baby?” I said, looking at him.

“Y/N she isn’t nearly as good. The way you feel against me. The way your hips would buck up when I hit just the right spot. The way you’d bite my shoulder to keep your mom from hearing you scream my name” he whispers, pulling me close to him. I look around, seeing the very distance light of the fire.

“Jack, don’t say those things” I pout.

“Why not? Is it because you know you love all that too? You love the way I knew every little part of that body.” he growls. I felt the cool touch of rock against my back.

“Jack, stop it” I said, pushing him away from me. “Y/N I won’t pressure you or anything. I just wanted to feel you against me” he sighs.

“Fucking hell Johnson.” I say pulling him to me and kissing him hard. After a few minutes, he pulls away.

“Don’t ever try to do what you did again” I say and he nods. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. A text from John is on my screen but I notice the time.

2:24 am.

I scrolled through my Twitter, laughing at a few of the tweets. Johnson’s fans were so funny. “They should add fangirling to the Olympics… I’m still convinced it’s a professional sport.” Jack tweeted. I giggle to myself again. Fans were saying the most sweetest things about me and Jack, like: “I SHIP Y/N AND JOHNSON SO HARD!”, “Johnson is so lucky to have y/n, she seems like the nicest girl in the world” and “y/n is so beautiful! I’m jealous!! #ignorethehate #staystrong #ily #jackandy/n #forever” I smile as I read them. I browse through my Twitter some more before my eyes spot the link. I usually ignore all the hate and any links especially if they lead to something I didn’t want to see. But the comments were outrageous. Everyone was saying “delete this website!!”, “take this down” or “this isn’t OK”. I sniff, something I usually do when I’m trying to make a tough decision. Should I click it? It couldn’t be that bad… But it was. My jaw drops as soon as the page opens. I feel my eyes begin to sting, and slowly water. A whole website, dedicated to hating me. So many rude comments and disgusting rumours were being thrown all over the place. I sniff again. But this time to hold back threatening tears. How could people say such things? And the worst part was people were reading these accusations and believing them. However much I want to leave the hating website, I can’t take my eyes off it. I need to know what else is being said about me, which only brings me more pain. I cover my face with my hands, quietly weeping to myself on my bed. “People are horrible” I whisper to myself. “I know” says a soothing voice behind me. Two strong arms wrap themselves around my waist, and then squeeze me a little. “Johnson” I smile sadly, not looking up. “Shh, baby. I told you not to read the hate. Please, ignore it. I don’t want you to get hurt,” he whispers into my ear. I simply nod. Speaking would mean my voice would crack and tears would stream down my cheeks. No thank you. Johnson doesn’t let go of me for a long time. We sit together in the silence until my eyes are completely dried up. “Sorry, Jack. It’s just once I saw the website I couldn’t get off it. The mean, gross and not true things everyone was saying really got to me.” “Don’t apologise, baby. It’s not your fault” I smile before Johnson utters again. “People are horrible”