Jack Barakat Imagines
Jack and Sally
Your POV
I was sitting on the couch watching TV with Jack, something we always did on a weekend. But this weekend wasn’t any weekend. It was the weekend before Halloween. So thanks to Alex, we got the entire place decked out. I didn’t live with Jack or anything, but we did spend a lot of time together.
Jack is my absolute best friend, I can say that with confidence. Not sure if I rank higher than Alex on Jack’s best friend scale, but it is my goal one day. We have been best friends forever, and we usually went all out for Halloween. When Alex was dressing up with Lisa, Jack was dressing up with me. It was wonderful.
We had already picked out our costumes. Jack was Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, and I was his counterpart, Sally. Alex and Lisa were going as the Scarecrow and Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.
We were both on the couch, bored out of our minds, watching whatever crap this was, I don’t know, I started to zone out, and I would be lying if I didn’t think Jack looked hot. I especially loved us as Jack and Sally. The entire time while shopping for our costumes, I was whisper singing to Jack, “We can live like Jack and Sally if we want . . .” He kept hitting my shoulder a lot to get me to stop. It didn’t work.
So we were both on the couch, when I had an idea. “Jack?” I asked him, poking his side.
“Y/N,” he mindlessly mumbled, his eyes still peeled to the TV.
“I have an idea.”
“What’s that?”
“We need Jack and Sally pumpkins.”
“But that means we have to-”
“Jack and Sally pumpkins!” I interrupted him. “We need them. We will die if we don’t have them.”
“Y/N, you do realize that we’re going to have to carve them.”
“Of course, how else will the picture appear on it?” I cocked my head to the side giving him a small grin.
“I’m shit at carving.”
“I’m shit at a lot of things I do, but I still do them nonetheless. Come on, please? It’ll be fun, like loads of fun, please?” I gave him my best puppy dog face I could and booped his nose.
“Fine. But this is only because you’re my best friend, and are willing to do a team costume with me.”
“Yay!” I cheered throwing my arms around his neck.
We drove to get pumpkins and brought them home to carve. Thankfully there were still some left, usually people get theirs early. We had two perfectly plump pumpkins waiting to be gutted. I stared at them when Jack set them down.
“Jack, this is my least favorite part.”
“Oh come on, Y/N, this is the best part.”
“I always get it under my fingernails, it’s gross.”
“It’s wonderful.”
“I will fight you on that.”
We grabbed paper to design our pumpkins, because knowing me, I’d fuck up and I need a plan to follow. Jack needed one too, and even though he’s shit at drawing, I promised him I’d help.
When it was time to gut the pumpkins, I got my knife ready. We cut holes in the top to put our hands in. I pinched my nose with my other hand even though it didn’t smell that bad.
“You ready, Jack?” I held my spoon like a jouster ready for a big tournament. “En garde!”
Jack giggled and smiled over at me. “I don’t think that’s the proper term, but we can fence the pumpkin if we must.”
After a spooning of pumpkin flesh out, I started to think about I Miss You by Blink again. I couldn’t help but hum it.
“I swear to god, Y/N, if you sing one word of that goddamn song, this pumpkin goop is going in your hair.”
“We can live like Jack and Sally if we want! Where you can always find me!”
“That’s it!” Jack exclaimed and strings of pumpkin goodness was flown straight at my face.
“This means war.” I grabbed my own guts that I had, full of seeds and everything and flung them at Jack. It took me a while before my aim was starting to be on my side, and against Jack’s. His kept missing me and it was falling next to my feet.
Somehow we managed to get closer to each other instead of far apart, and Just when he was about to get a stepping start to his throw, his feet slipped out from under him and he fell on me, I fell on the pumpkin, and his handful landed on himself. Graceful.
Jack’s face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath on my lips. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t ever been remotely attracted to him. I mean, he’s my best friend, why wouldn’t I find him attractive? I’m bound to think he’s good looking. His lips looked so kissable in that moment. Pink and perfect, and coming closer to my own. Before I knew it, Jack’s lips were on mine. It caught me off guard, I never thought Jack thought I was even close to being kissable. Apparently I was because his own lips were moving against mine, and it felt so good.
He pulled away too soon, and I wanted more, so I kind of fell forward when he wasn’t in front of me anymore. “What was that?” I asked in awe, completely taken aback by what just happened.
“That was, uh-” Jack stuttered, but before he could elaborate any more, he took off somewhere in the house, leaving me stranded in pumpkin guts and confused thoughts.
I stood up, took the strings out of my hair, and set off to find Jack. There was only one thing that I could even think of and it was surprisingly in theme. “Where are you,” I sang to myself. “And I’m so sorry. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always.”
I wandered up to Jack’s room, and found him under his covers hiding from what he just did. I giggled to myself. “Jack?” I asked him. He didn’t budge, probably hoping I’d go away. I refused. “Jack, if you don’t come out of there, I’m going to keep singing the song, and then I’ll force you to hate me.”
His head popped from underneath the blankets. I smiled at him and sat on his bed, fiddling with my fingers.
“Jack-”
“-do you hate me?” We both said at the same time. I shook my head.
“No, I don’t hate you, of course I don’t hate you. Why would you think that?”
“I just fucked up our whole friendship.”
“No you didn’t don’t worry about it okay? You didn’t fuck anything up. If anything, I fucked up.”
“What? How?” He sat up, and was gazing at me more intently this time.
“Because I liked it,” I said in the quietest voice possible. Either he misheard me, or he liked what I said because his face broke into the widest grin I’ve ever seen. And Jack smiles a hell of a lot.
“Really? I mean it wasn’t bad, you actually wanted it to happen? Oh my god, Alex was telling me about this, I can’t believe that you actually feel the same way holy shit.” He was rambling, and I found it super cute, and just stared at him as he continued to speak. “What does that mean now?”
He asked a question, and I kind of got lost in his voice, so I missed it. “What?”
“What are we?”
“Whatever we want I guess?” I asked, not really sure about where he was going with it.
“Do you really want to live like Jack and Sally?” I thought for a moment, to the movie. I remembered Jack and Sally and their relationship and smiled.
“Hell yeah do I want to do that.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged me back around my waist tighter.
“Good, ‘cause you’re already the voice inside my head.” When I pulled away from the hug, his lips found mine again. I couldn’t be happier.
I was sitting on the couch watching TV with Jack, something we always did on a weekend. But this weekend wasn’t any weekend. It was the weekend before Halloween. So thanks to Alex, we got the entire place decked out. I didn’t live with Jack or anything, but we did spend a lot of time together.
Jack is my absolute best friend, I can say that with confidence. Not sure if I rank higher than Alex on Jack’s best friend scale, but it is my goal one day. We have been best friends forever, and we usually went all out for Halloween. When Alex was dressing up with Lisa, Jack was dressing up with me. It was wonderful.
We had already picked out our costumes. Jack was Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, and I was his counterpart, Sally. Alex and Lisa were going as the Scarecrow and Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.
We were both on the couch, bored out of our minds, watching whatever crap this was, I don’t know, I started to zone out, and I would be lying if I didn’t think Jack looked hot. I especially loved us as Jack and Sally. The entire time while shopping for our costumes, I was whisper singing to Jack, “We can live like Jack and Sally if we want . . .” He kept hitting my shoulder a lot to get me to stop. It didn’t work.
So we were both on the couch, when I had an idea. “Jack?” I asked him, poking his side.
“Y/N,” he mindlessly mumbled, his eyes still peeled to the TV.
“I have an idea.”
“What’s that?”
“We need Jack and Sally pumpkins.”
“But that means we have to-”
“Jack and Sally pumpkins!” I interrupted him. “We need them. We will die if we don’t have them.”
“Y/N, you do realize that we’re going to have to carve them.”
“Of course, how else will the picture appear on it?” I cocked my head to the side giving him a small grin.
“I’m shit at carving.”
“I’m shit at a lot of things I do, but I still do them nonetheless. Come on, please? It’ll be fun, like loads of fun, please?” I gave him my best puppy dog face I could and booped his nose.
“Fine. But this is only because you’re my best friend, and are willing to do a team costume with me.”
“Yay!” I cheered throwing my arms around his neck.
We drove to get pumpkins and brought them home to carve. Thankfully there were still some left, usually people get theirs early. We had two perfectly plump pumpkins waiting to be gutted. I stared at them when Jack set them down.
“Jack, this is my least favorite part.”
“Oh come on, Y/N, this is the best part.”
“I always get it under my fingernails, it’s gross.”
“It’s wonderful.”
“I will fight you on that.”
We grabbed paper to design our pumpkins, because knowing me, I’d fuck up and I need a plan to follow. Jack needed one too, and even though he’s shit at drawing, I promised him I’d help.
When it was time to gut the pumpkins, I got my knife ready. We cut holes in the top to put our hands in. I pinched my nose with my other hand even though it didn’t smell that bad.
“You ready, Jack?” I held my spoon like a jouster ready for a big tournament. “En garde!”
Jack giggled and smiled over at me. “I don’t think that’s the proper term, but we can fence the pumpkin if we must.”
After a spooning of pumpkin flesh out, I started to think about I Miss You by Blink again. I couldn’t help but hum it.
“I swear to god, Y/N, if you sing one word of that goddamn song, this pumpkin goop is going in your hair.”
“We can live like Jack and Sally if we want! Where you can always find me!”
“That’s it!” Jack exclaimed and strings of pumpkin goodness was flown straight at my face.
“This means war.” I grabbed my own guts that I had, full of seeds and everything and flung them at Jack. It took me a while before my aim was starting to be on my side, and against Jack’s. His kept missing me and it was falling next to my feet.
Somehow we managed to get closer to each other instead of far apart, and Just when he was about to get a stepping start to his throw, his feet slipped out from under him and he fell on me, I fell on the pumpkin, and his handful landed on himself. Graceful.
Jack’s face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath on my lips. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t ever been remotely attracted to him. I mean, he’s my best friend, why wouldn’t I find him attractive? I’m bound to think he’s good looking. His lips looked so kissable in that moment. Pink and perfect, and coming closer to my own. Before I knew it, Jack’s lips were on mine. It caught me off guard, I never thought Jack thought I was even close to being kissable. Apparently I was because his own lips were moving against mine, and it felt so good.
He pulled away too soon, and I wanted more, so I kind of fell forward when he wasn’t in front of me anymore. “What was that?” I asked in awe, completely taken aback by what just happened.
“That was, uh-” Jack stuttered, but before he could elaborate any more, he took off somewhere in the house, leaving me stranded in pumpkin guts and confused thoughts.
I stood up, took the strings out of my hair, and set off to find Jack. There was only one thing that I could even think of and it was surprisingly in theme. “Where are you,” I sang to myself. “And I’m so sorry. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always.”
I wandered up to Jack’s room, and found him under his covers hiding from what he just did. I giggled to myself. “Jack?” I asked him. He didn’t budge, probably hoping I’d go away. I refused. “Jack, if you don’t come out of there, I’m going to keep singing the song, and then I’ll force you to hate me.”
His head popped from underneath the blankets. I smiled at him and sat on his bed, fiddling with my fingers.
“Jack-”
“-do you hate me?” We both said at the same time. I shook my head.
“No, I don’t hate you, of course I don’t hate you. Why would you think that?”
“I just fucked up our whole friendship.”
“No you didn’t don’t worry about it okay? You didn’t fuck anything up. If anything, I fucked up.”
“What? How?” He sat up, and was gazing at me more intently this time.
“Because I liked it,” I said in the quietest voice possible. Either he misheard me, or he liked what I said because his face broke into the widest grin I’ve ever seen. And Jack smiles a hell of a lot.
“Really? I mean it wasn’t bad, you actually wanted it to happen? Oh my god, Alex was telling me about this, I can’t believe that you actually feel the same way holy shit.” He was rambling, and I found it super cute, and just stared at him as he continued to speak. “What does that mean now?”
He asked a question, and I kind of got lost in his voice, so I missed it. “What?”
“What are we?”
“Whatever we want I guess?” I asked, not really sure about where he was going with it.
“Do you really want to live like Jack and Sally?” I thought for a moment, to the movie. I remembered Jack and Sally and their relationship and smiled.
“Hell yeah do I want to do that.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged me back around my waist tighter.
“Good, ‘cause you’re already the voice inside my head.” When I pulled away from the hug, his lips found mine again. I couldn’t be happier.
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RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
9/19/16