**I am not a writer…. I stop at the synopsis. I wrote that one thing one time, but it doesn’t happen often. Sorry if that makes you sad :( but feel free to write something on anything that sparks your creativity. Just please tag me in it. Thank you lovelies! Baaaaiiiiiiiii.
I woke up the next morning, my head killing me. I decided to head downstairs to do something about this hangover, wearing one of Nate’s old shirts that was too small for him, but just long enough for me.
Walking into the kitchen I’m met with Kendall and John, who had his arms wrapped around Kendall from behind as she made breakfast, Dillon, who had his head down on the counter, Nate, who was smoking and the Jacks, who both had their head in their hands.
“oh good morning sunshine.” Kendall cheered, earning a groan from me.
“well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine this morning.” she joked, causing John to laugh, and a few others.
“I’m not afraid to kill you.” I groaned, searching the cabinets downstairs for advil or asprin or something.
“be grateful I’m making you breakfast.”
“thanks sweetheart.” I joked, pulling out a container of asprin, taking 3, before sitting down next to Nate.
We all ate breakfast, making some small talk here and there. Jack sat across from me, and kept playing footsie with me, and smiling up at me.
Everyone also helped clean up, which I was more than grateful for. I would have died if I had to clean it up alone. When I was in the middle of cleaning up in the living room, Jack came up and started talking to me.
We talked about shit from last night, and just other random things. It was nice and definitely made cleaning easier. When we finally finished in the living room Jack opened the front door for me, and held it while I carried the bag out to the trash.
“hey so I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna hang out sometime.” Jack spoke suddenly as he held the trash lid open. I looked at him and smiled.
“yeah, of course.”
“cool, uh, what’s your number?”
I smiled, taking his phone and putting my number in, before handing it back to him.
“thanks.” he smiled.
We helped everyone else clean up as well, since we decided to split up and make cleaning easier, and once all that was done, everyone decided to head home, for a relaxing Saturday evening, which I was so excited for. I planned on chilling out in the hot tub all night, and that’s exactly what I did, all the while texting Jack.
It’s been a few days since the party, and in those past few days, I’ve been talking to Jack nonstop. He was so sweet and I was always smiling at my phone like an idiot. He actually asked me to hang out with him today, and told me he’d be over to pick me up in an hour, so I didn’t have much time to get ready.
Jack and I were currently in his car, on our way to the beach, rocking out to Justin Bieber.
“I didn’t peg you as a beliber.” I laughed from the passenger seat as Jack was getting into ‘Baby.’ He turned and looked at me smiling, but still not missing a single word, and then he started dancing. I was hysterical.
When the song finally ended Jack turned the radio down a bit and turned to look at me. I raised my brows at him and had a little smirk on my face.
“don’t give me that look. You and I both know that’s a classic.”
“mhmm, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I giggled.
“I hate you.” he laughed.
“no you don’t.” I smiled at him as we pulled into a parking spot.
“you’re right.” he rolled his eyes, putting his jeep in park and hopping out.
I had just undone my seatbelt and opened my door when Jack came around and closed my door.
“what the hell?”
“I wanted to be a gentleman.” he laughed, opening my door for me. I just let out a little laugh and rolled my eyes.
“you’re unbelievable.” I turned to talk to him after he closed the door and matched my step.
“you’re welcome by the way.”
“right, thank you.” I playfully bumped into him.
He must not have been expecting that, because he lost his balance and stumbled quite a bit, before falling into the sand. I couldn’t help but let out a little giggle, before covering my mouth seeing him staring at me.
“you’re so gonna pay for that.” he said before starting to get up.
I turned and started running down the beach, trying not to get caught by Jack who was right behind me, chasing me. Unfortunately for me, I have little legs, and I hate running, so Jack caught me in no time, wrapping his arms around me from behind and picking me up before spinning me around.
I let out a few giggles as he spun me around. Then he started carrying me towards the ocean. I started fidgeting in his arms.
“Jack Finnegan Gilinsky, don’t you dare.” I said warning.
Jack just laughed behind me as he walked out in the water.
“Jack I’m serious, I don’t have any other clothes. Don’t.” I whined as my feet were in the water now.
“chill. I’m not gonna throw you in the ocean.” and with those words I relaxed a bit, but then Jack dropped me, the water coming up to my mid thigh, so I was okay, but still.
I turned around to face Jack, but was met with being hit with a bunch of water. I opened my eyes to look at Jack, who was devishly smirking at me.
“Jack” I gasp.
“whoops?” he said sarcastically.
I bent down and splashed him back with water, and before I knew it, we were having a water fight. I splashed Jack, and he went to get me, but a wave came in, and he must not have saw it because it knocked him over, submerging him in water.
Jack came back up, pushing his now soaked hair out of his face and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“you think this is funny?”
“a little bit.” I smiled, holding up my fingers in a little pinch.
Jack was inching closer to me, and I was slowly backing away, and I turned and tried to run, but running in water sucks, so Jack caught me in no time. And in no time he dropped me in the water. I came back up and gasped at him.
He was in a fit of laughter. I rolled my eyes before playfully hitting his arm.
“I hate you so much.”
“okay okay, truce.” he spoke.
“okay truce.” I copied, holding my hand out to shake.
Jack looked down at my hand and then looked me in the eyes, before grabbing my hand, and pulling me into him, and his other hand going up to my cheek as his lips met mine. The hand that had mine, slipping out and finding it’s way to my waist as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. One of my hands slipping to his side, pulling him closer, and the other to his shoulder.
Breaking the kiss, our foreheads rested against each other’s and I couldn’t help but smile. And looking at Jack I had to look away, cause he was smiling at me and I started to blush.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t take it any longer.” he whispered out.
“no it’s okay.” I looked at him again, and he smiled before placing his lips on mine once again for a brief kiss.
“wanna go back to mine and hang out?”
“sure.” I smiled, as he laced his fingers with mine and we made our way up the beach to his jeep, talking and laughing about stupid shit.
Once we got to Jack’s I was still soaked, and when we went inside Jack took my hand and dragged me to his room.
“here, you can borrow these.” he spoke, tossing me a tee shirt and a pair of basketball shorts and then removing his shirt. I stared at his exposed chest, my eyes trailing down to his abs, and then stopping and staring right above his belt.
“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he smirked, shaking my head and getting out of my daze, my cheeks flushed.
“I’m just gonna change in the bathroom.” I quickly turned and headed to the bathroom to change.
I walked out, and the shirt covered my butt, and the shorts went down past my knees. I looked like a bag of potatoes. I laughed as I saw myself in the mirror, but then headed downstairs as I heard voices.
Walking into the living room, I see Jack and Johnson on the couch, neither had a shirt on, and I went weak in the knees seeing Jack without a shirt on, again.
“do you uh, have a dryer?” I asked, holding all my wet clothes in my hands.
“oh yeah, here, I’ll show you.” Jack spoke getting up and walking down a hallway, me following.
Finding his laundry room, he opened the dryer for me, so I bent over and put my clothes in there, before he closed it and started it. I turned to walk away, but Jack grabbed my wrist and turned me around, pulling me back into him, his hands wrapping around my waist.
“will you stay for dinner?”
“it depends, what are you having?”
“whatever’s gonna make you stay.” he smiled.
“cheeky.” I laughed. “but I do love pizza.”
“easy enough. I’ll order some now.”
“no. I wanna make them.”
Jack let out a little laugh and rolled his eyes. “fine.” he sighed.
“don’t act like you’re annoyed with me. I make the best pizza. let’s go.” I said, trying to turn, but Jack had me in his arms, so he wouldn’t let me go. I turned and looked at him, his brown eyes mesmerizing me. He pouted his lip and looked at me with sad puppy eyes, and I smiled, standing on my tippy-toes and meeting his lips with mine in the most gentle kiss.
I felt his grip relax and took that as my chance. I quickly broke the kiss and turned and headed towards the kitchen, Jack following behind me, shaking his head at me.
Walking through the living room I called out to Johnson.
“do you want some pizza?”
“yeah!” he cheered, looking at me.
“alright cool.” I smiled walking into the kitchen and searching through all the cupboards. Jack walked in and sat at the kitchen island and watched me as I found all the ingredients.
“well, don’t just sit there, you’re gonna help me make it.” I spoke, setting the crust out on a pizza cooking stone thing.
“I don’t know what you’re making.”
“a buffalo chicken pizza.”
“what if I don’t like hot stuff?”
“well then that sucks, looks like you won’t be eating.” I said, opening the hot sauce and putting it on the pizza.
“I like hot stuff. I mean, look at you.” he spoke, and I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I looked up at him and I rolled me eyes.
“shut up. I literally look like some sort of like potato version gangster” I laughed, finishing spreading the sauce.
Jack and I talked some more and joked around as I finished the pizza before turning and putting it in the oven.
“yo Audrey, this is the best pizza I’ve ever had.” Johnson spoke as we all sat watching tv.
“thank you.” I smiled before taking a big bite, after dipping it in ranch.
“I still can’t believe you would ruin it by dipping it in ranch.” Jack spoke from next to me, his face full of disgust.
“it’s so good.” I muttered out.
“didn’t your mom ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full.” Jack teased.
“shut up.” I spoke, after I had finished my bite, playfully hitting him.
After hanging around for a few hours, it was 10:00, and I decided I should probably head home. I had changed back into my clothes when they were dry, not wanting to look like a potato gangster any longer.
“Well, I should probably head home.” I spoke, getting up.
“alright, I’ll see ya. Thanks for the pizza.” Johnson spoke, standing up and opening his arms for me to hug him. And he gives the best hugs.
“no problem.” I laughed.
I turned to say bye to Jack, but he was standing over by the door, keys in hand. I walked over and put on my shoes before talking.
“I had a lot of fun today, thank you.” I smiled up at him.
“so did I.”
“I’ll text you when I get home.” I spoke, reaching for the door.
“Audrey, are you kidding? I drove you, and you’re not walking home this late, alone.”
“I’ll be fine. I don’t want you to have to go out of your way or anything.” I said as we were now out on the porch, walking towards his jeep.
“don’t be ridiculous.” he laughed, opening his door for me. I stood still for a bit, just looking at him before he finally walked up to me and grabbed me put me in the car himself.
When we got back to my place, it was dark. My parents still on their little vacation. Jack and I sat in the jeep for a bit, listening to music.
“alright, it’s like 11:00, I should head inside and you should probably get home.” I laugh, noticing we’ve been out here just listening to music for the past 40 minutes.
“thanks for the ride home.” I smile, undoing my seatbelt. Jack reached over, one hand on my cheek turning me to look at him, before bringing his other one up to cup my other cheek before placing his lips on mine.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and soon, what started out as a sweet gentle kiss started to heat up. I pulled away slowly, taking his lower lip in my teeth, causing him to let out a low, little groan.
“thanks again for the ride, and today, I had a lot of fun.”
“so did I” he whispered out as our foreheads rested against one another’s.
“alright, I’ll see ya.” I smiled getting out of the car, as he nodded and waved.
in your last post you said you had a theory about why Giorno keeps that picture and why Giorno loves Dio, or at least the idea of Dio that he has. i'd be very interested to hear what that theory was!
Well, Giorno is an abused child. Neglected by his mother and beaten and later on feared by his step-father, that much we know. Even the man who saved Giorno from all that wasn’t physically in his life. The Gangster was more of a backstage figure, taking care of Giorno from a distance. For most of his life, Giorno was a lonely child. A sad child.
It’s really not that difficult to pretend that the person you don’t know anything about would fill the void in your life. All Giorno knows about Dio is what he looks like - so when he was scared and alone at night, it would have been easy for him to think “if my father was here, he would hold my hand” “he wouldn’t leave me alone” “he wouldn’t beat me” He wouldn’t, he wouldn’t, he would, he would…
I don’t think it’s a stretch to imagine that as a child, Giorno sort of… merged together the figure of the gangster and this fantasy version he had of Dio. Dio is not physically there with him either, but he’d probably be like that kind gangster too, right? He’d look after Giorno too, except it would be better because he would be with him. Dio would love Giorno.
When you grow up going through what Giorno went through, with only a picture to remember someone by, it’s easy to think up a supportive personality that fills all the holes in your life. It’s a coping mechanism.
And you know? Even in the events that Giorno and Jotaro met, and Jotaro actually popped his bubble and told him what sort of person Dio really was, I don’t think Giorno would completely accept that. Of course, he wouldn’t agree with Dio’s methods, he condemns his savagery, but he would still find admirable things in him. Things like his drive, his ambition, his quiet, terrifying confidence and his love of books. Dio’s charisma is a powerful thing even in death. And if he was so horrible, then why didn’t he kill his mother? Why didn’t he kill Giorno? Did he have plans for him? Was he going to pick him up in the future? Was Giorno different? Maybe he was. Maybe Dio would have chosen him.
And it’s very easy to speak in the name of those who aren’t here anymore.
so i thought i was just going to read a gangster version of home on the range. and it took a turn for the WORST!!! LIKE I DONT KNOW WHY I NEVER READ THE TITLES OF THESE FAN FICTIONS. Like it’s so bad. sorry if i yell i didnt really listen to this back b/c i hate the sound of my voice omg ! ! ! !