Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

It’s late Thursday afternoon and Johnson is on his way to pick me up and take me to the airport. I make sure I have my luggage and carry on and my pillow to sleep with on the plane. I wait outside on my porch sort of ancy waiting for him to arrive. I’m excited and worried for this weekend. My expectations for something awful to happen this weekend are really high.

What if Jack and I are together and fans see us and spread stuff about us? Not that I don’t love Jack and I don’t want people to know we’re dating but I don’t think I’m emotionally stable enough to handle the hate it comes with.

When Jack picks me up, he gets out to help me pack my suitcases into his trunk, “So, Jack and Sammy are going to be held back a little longer, can I treat you to brunch before we go to the airport?”

“Jack,” I sigh, “You don’t h-.”

He responds the classic, “But I want to!” He doesn’t even wait for my response before he detours off the road to “The Omelet Café” which is his and Jack’s favorite next to IHOP.

Jack orders a stack of pancakes and a huge thing of orange juice. I get an iced coffee, “are you sure that’s all you want?” he asks for the third time handing the lady behind the counter a twenty dollar bill. I nod.

He leads me to a table, “This is the spot I always sit in with my mom,” he gives a small chuckle seeing as he was drawn to the seat because of this. I give a small aw. Johnson’s close with his mother, he’s always been a trouble maker and sort of independent but his mother has always been his number one priority. I think it’s adorable the way they talk and the way he treats her. Although he’s always been an independent teenager type boy, he’s also always been the boy to pay back his respects.

Jack’s so cute. Not in a sexually attractive way. But as I sit here I watch the way he moves his hands when he eats, I watch the way his eyes intently watch mine to keep conversation strong, I watch the way he rubs his small but muscular hands together before he changes the topic. We talk for a good thirty minutes before Gilinsky calls Jack to tell him they’re on their way.

Jack asks for the bill and before I offer to pay once again he rips it from the waitresses hands. After he pays, he leads me out of the restaurant, holding the door for me, and leads me back to the car.

On the way to the airport he flips the radio on. There’s a CD in the slot which automatically starts playing. Jack blushes then quickly changes the channel.

“What was that?” I ask reaching for the nob to change the station back.

After fighting him for the radio, I flip to the previous song which happens to be one of Jack and Jack’s new song. I watch him as the song plays, his cheeks still read and his eyes are dodging me completely.

“Jack this is really good! Did you write this rap?!” He nods giving a slight smile, “I love this what the fuck. Why don’t you publish these?!”

“We’re working on it…” He pulls into the airport and rushes out of the car trying to avoid me asking more questions. I just keep staring at him, I didn’t know he could be so shy. He pulls our bags from the trunk and talks to the worker near by about valet. I stand by our bags and just take in the surroundings a bit. There are cars and buses all over, rushing and coming very close to each other.

My whole heart stops as something hits me. My first instinct is that I got hit by a car, my heart racing and body all hyped whips around and strikes Jack G in the arm. He’s laughing. I stand there making a pouty face at him. He makes an I’m sorry and leans in to give me a kiss. I turn my face so that he misses my lips and presses his lips against my cheek.

I make an evil smirk at him and walk over to Johnson who is finishing up his business with the worker, and JG follows me. From behind he wraps his arms around my waist, connecting them at my stomach. He peaks his head around the side of mine and presses his lips onto my jawline. He waits there for a second then trails the tender kisses down my neck. I smile and turn around with his arms still wrapped around me. I stare at his bottom lip long enough to lure him to mine and then kiss his neck and give a slight suck on it. A small moan leaves his lips right as Sammy approaches the group and breaks our little session up.

Jack still has his hands on my waist until we start moving into the airport and he holds a carry on in one hand and pulls his luggage with the other. I only have my carry on because all my stuff can fit into there and it’s a waist if I check it.

As soon as Jack, Jack, Sammy, and Mrs. Johnson check their bags we head through the security. All the boys were really hype and jittery, they were like bouncy balls jumping all over the place. Gilinsky keeps trying to pull me into this hype mood and get me all excited. I am excited, I am SOOOOO excited. I’m just not five.

I walk besides Mrs. Johnson and when we get to the gate the boys dump all their bags and leave Mrs. Johnson to watch after them. Johnson is the first to run down the hallway that connects the gates. Sammy then skips and gallops his way going as fast as possible to catch up with Johnson who has gotten a pretty decent head start. Gilinsky then grabs my arm and starts running whipping me around behind him.

I knew I should’ve flew yesterday with Emily and Erin. These boys are spaz’.

Once they all start to lose steam they go into and view a couple stores. Sammy buys this huge chocolate bar and gets a free rose along with it. Sammy laughs and as if he’s purposing gets down on one knee and gives it to Johnson who then acts dramatically mad and pushes it away with a weep and hands it to Gilinsky. Gilinsky just stands there and laughs at his friends and hands the rose over to me.

“Who am I supposed to pass it off to?” I say, causing Jack to laugh harder and Johnson and Sammy to join him.

After browsing in some stores we finally head back to the gate, they just started boarding. The boys help Mrs. Johnson who is struggling to try and carry all the bags and I take mine from her with a smile. Jack then takes my carry on out of my hands, “I got it, love.”

Jack G sat next to me, Johnson sat next to Sammy, and Mrs. Johnson sat next to some foreign lady who spoke little to no English.

“Do you usually sleep on airplanes?” Jack turns to me and asks, I shake my head.

“Not unless the flight is in the early am hours.”

Jack laughs, “early am hours,” he mimics me and makes himself laugh harder.

I lean in to him about to whisper something. I draw him to me as if I am about to blow in his ear or use my hot breath to turn him on, but instead I cuss him out, “Fuck off Gilinsky.”

He turns to me, “Never,” he returns in a whisper letting the hot air seep from his mouth and onto my ear, staring with his eyes locked on my lips, “I won’t fuck off,” and he begins to smile, “but I’ll fuck you,” he eyes me up and down and begins to bite his lip.