missed calls by mac miller

music for fall afternoons/nights

champagne water - Nikki Jean
no role models - J. Cole
sweet November - SZA
lyin king- Jhene Aiko
holy holy - Vic Mensa
missed calls - Mac Miller
pink matter - Frank Ocean
acquainted - The Weeknd
objects in the mirror - Mac Miller
living room flow - Jhene Aiko
hiijack- SZA
Devils whisper - Raury
Bright - Kehlani
escape 120 - Joey Bada$$
wasting time - Chance the rapper and kids these days

Missed Calls (Jack Gilinsky)

Jack G won by a LANDSLIDE for this imagine, so I hope you enjoy it, darlings! xo - B 

Make sure you listen to the song with it! -> Missed Calls, Mac Miller

“So you’re telling me you’re not happy!?” Jack raises his voice through the speaker, “babe, I’m not coming home tonight because I haven’t seen the guys in forever, don’t start.” 

You sigh deeply, “No, I’m not happy…if it’s not the guys, it’s something else, you’re changing so much.” 

You can almost hear the pain in Jack’s voice, “so what are you saying? you want to leave me?” You can hear him swallow hard, and tears enter your eyes, “you’re just talking.” He says it, almost like he’s trying to convince himself. 

“We’ll talk when you get home.” You murmur sighing deeply before you hang up leaning back against the couch. Life was so much easier when you and Jack first started dating and got along. 

A few hours later, he emerges through the door, looking worried and like he had tears in his eyes, “I don’t want you to leave me.” He whispers in a voice so low you could barely hear. You tap the spot next to yourself and he plops down beside you, jaw tightened from anxiety, “I love you.” 

“You don’t love me like you used to though, I keep feeling like I’m going to lose you.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

“Do you even know how you’ve been acting since you started getting more popular?” You raise your eyebrows, turning to face him, “you’re an asshole, superficial douchebag…and I wish I knew that before we started dating.” 

“You were happy when I got bigger, because I got more money and I could get you all of those pretty little things.” He gestures towards the outfit that you were wearing, and the jewellery you had on. 

“Baby, you can have all the shoes back, all that perfume, necklaces and jewels you can have back, all the shit you buy me-” you stop, your voice becoming shaky, “I just want you back.” 

Jack groans running his fingers through his hair, “fine, fine, I don’t know why this is coming up though you were fine last night with the guys and whatever.” 

You roll your eyes, “we were pretending to be okay….I can’t, and I don’t want to do that…we’re not the same anymore, and we can’t pretend it’s like how it was back then.” Tears roll down his cheeks, and he roughly brushes them away from his cheeks, “all you do is work, and it’s driving me insane.” 

“What are you getting at?” Jack begs, reaching for you hand, he tightly intertwines your fingers and rests them in his lap. 

“I need to end this now, before things confuse you.” You conclude, knowing that it was best for you and him if you just left. 

Jack snatches his hand, now lookinig more angry than upset, “Fine. You think you have to leave? Then go…I’ll be fine on my own. Just go, you’ll be better off on your own, Y/N.” He looks away from you, forehead wrinkled as he covers his face with his hands. 

There really wasn’t much more to say, so you get up, find your bag that was already packed and leave. You were regretting it before you were even left, but you knew it was the right thing to do as of right now and oh god, it fucking hurt. 

I kinda like it!? If you want a part two since I have ideas please request it! xoxo -Bri