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Rumours Ruin Reputations

Just a Simple Little Date with a Big Ending

I ran the towel through my hair one last time as I walked out of my bathroom completely naked. You couldn’t look into my house anyway. My house was gated and in a gated community, it was impossible for anybody to enter and watch me unless they literally stood in my garden, trying to look through the windows that reflected a lot of light. Nobody got in without passing through the security first, who always called me when somebody was there and I didn’t notify them about it beforehand. It was always a way to ignore all the people I didn’t want to socialize with. If I had a shitty day and my agent came over to talk, I would just tell the security to tell her that I wasn’t home. It was as simple as that.

Now, however, they already knew who was going to be coming. Jack and I had texted back and forth the last couple of days before he actually got the courage to ask me out. You see, I was totally all for the girl making the first move, and I would have done it if it weren’t for the fact that I really enjoyed the constant flirting going on between us. I wasn’t sure if something would blossom between us, but I was definitely prepared to at least have a fling with him. I mean, I was definitely sexually attracted to him, and the fact that he actually had an amazing personality made me want to pursue it. Maybe I didn’t have any other one night stands or relationships while on those breaks with Travis, but now I felt like I actually could do it without feeling weird about it. I wasn’t the girl that was shy about it.

Jack had made a reservation at a pretty fancy restaurant. I had been completely ok with something that didn’t cost any money, but he insisted. However, I did request that he ask for a table somewhere in the back. It was the worst trying to eat somewhere only to have cameras flashing outside, ruining your entire meal. I did not need this date to fuck up just because some people spotted me being out. Was it really that interesting to know what I was eating? It wasn’t like that would drastically change somebody’s life, other than mine. People would always comment on things like that, telling me how to eat and live my life.

Anyway, although I knew nobody would see me, I still wanted to quickly get dressed. I had luckily already planned out my outfit days before, having to look through my entire walk in closet to find something I deemed appropriate. It had to been classy, yet not too formal; enough to get Jack’s attention, but definitely not too much to be slutshamed by the media. However, the latter seemed to concern me the least. They could call me a slut all they wanted, as long as I knew what was the truth and be people closest to me knew the truth, I was fine.

I settled on wearing some clothes I felt comfortable and sexy in. The army green palazzo pants I had never worn before fit nicely around my waist and made sure there wasn’t too much showing off my stomach because of the black front cross bralette I was wearing. I decided wearing very high heeled golden puzzle sandals by Sergio Rossi were the only shoes that would do the outfit justice and give me some extra length. Of course I matched all my jewelry to the color of my shoes. I had learned a couple of things from all those years being styled by professionals.

Judy walked in while I was trying to pull on the top without ruining the makeup I had already done as soon as I came out of the shower. Now, that was a mistake I had made. I often did my makeup before clothes, but that only worked if what I was wearing wasn’t tight. Luckily, I managed to maneuver she shit around my head and onto my body without fucking it all up. I didn’t have any time to have to redo my entire face. With only half an hour left, I only had the time to do my hair quickly.

“You look good,” Judy grinned, eying me up and down while leaning into the doorway to my closet. She had just put her phone back in her pocket and was ready to leave, having decided to stay a bit longer and wait with me until Jack came, you know, in case he stood me up. I, however, had complete faith in Jack and knew the hours I spent getting ready weren’t going to go to waste. Hell, I even waxed everything for this!

“Thanks,” I grinned at her, running my fingers through my wet hair to get out any knots I somehow managed to form because of my expert putting-on-clothing skills. “Now I just need to get my hair into some loose curls and put my phone and wallet in a clutch. God, this is so stressful! I haven’t been on a date in ages!”

“I'll go do the clutch,” Judy chuckled, knowing that that was what I was basically asking her. She knew me too well to just stand there and watch. Also, she always managed to give me pretty vague words of advice, but it always somehow helped. I would just fill in the gaps by myself. “And don’t worry, with what you have told me, I can tell Jack is really into you. I mean, look at those texts he sends to you! There’s no way he does that with every girl he meets.”

“But what if he does?” I worried, putting the wide curling iron into the socket to heat up. My hair was surprisingly doing well with how often I dyed it. You see, my hair gradually went from black to blonde, but it wasn’t naturally like that. I was actually a blonde, but people were very used to see me like this, I had had this hair color for years. Actually, I had it long enough for people to believe I had dyed my hair blonde in that high school movie.

“Well, he asked you out, so it must mean something,” Judy called from the other side of my room, having chosen a clutch for me to take along. She took my phone off it’s charger and put it in along with my wallet.

“Maybe,” I shrugged, still feeling a bit skeptical. He probably knew exactly how to woo a girl and then break her heart. I just really hoped he wasn’t going to do something like that to me. But then again, there was also a big chance he was perfectly fine and actually wanted to try dating me. There was no way I was going to let him use me. “It’s only our first date, anything can happen. At this stage I won’t be hurt much if it doesn’t work out, but it would also be fantastic if we do hit it off.”

“True, true,” she nodded, walking into the bathroom and putting my clutch on the counter. We both looked at each other in the mirror and smiled. I could tell she was proud of me. For years I had refused to go out and meet people, but now I was actually going on a date. And it wasn’t because I was forced to, but because I actually really wanted to. A couple of weeks ago I would have probably told her I was never ever going to date again, just because I didn’t want to. But that idea definitely changed.

I put the curling wand to my hair, carefully winding my hair around it. Maybe I didn’t style my hair all by myself that often, but I knew how to do some of the basics. It would be social death if I had the same exact hairstyle every single day. Now, don’t judge me, I wasn’t always like this. In high school I couldn’t care less. My hair was pretty frizzy, I barely wore any makeup, and I really bothered shaving on a regular basis. This didn’t mean I wore shorts with hairy legs or something, I just happened to really like loose-fitting jeans. Oh, and don’t forget the braces I had. And, no, I wasn’t exactly ugly, I had my fair share of guys that were interested in me, I even dated one of the hotter guys for a while, but I wasn’t exactly what you would call covergirl, which I was occasionally now. It wasn’t puberty that did it for me, it was definitely having the money to make myself look better. But never ever did I have plastic surgery.

After spritzing my hair with hairspray, I turned to Judy to check my look. Fortunately, she actually approved. In this section, she was very honest, and I often had to run back to my closet to get something else to wear, or she would make me redo my make up, unless she decided it would be best if she did it for me. That’s what best friends are for, right?

I gave her a smile and grabbed my clutch before walking downstairs to wait for Jack. Judy was still going to finish a couple of things while I anxiously waited for my date. I wondered if I had overdressed or underdressed, and hoped I didn’t go for the wrong style of clothes. There was no way I wasn’t going to be seen, and I didn’t need people starting rumours because of a weird fashion choice I made. I could still technically go upstairs and change, getting Judy to help me pick something out--

And the door bell already rang. I took a deep breath and made my way to the large door with the matte glass. The form of Jack’s figure was on the other side, and I tried my best to calm my nerves. I wasn’t exactly nervous to be around Jack, but I hadn’t been on a date for so long. To be honest, I didn’t really know what happened on the first date, but I did know one thing I didn’t mind happening.

I opened the door and grinned widely and Jack who met my eyes. He gasped quietly, taking in my appearance before returning the smile, showing off his white teeth. All my nerves dissipated and a new found confidence took over instead. I was going to enjoy myself, and I was going to be amazing while doing it.

“You really look-- wow,” Jack breathed out, lost for words. It had been a while since I had gotten a reaction like this. Sure, people told me I looked beautiful or stunning, even though it was often a stock sentence, but I hadn’t gotten a reaction like this. It had been years, and that was when Travis and I were still in a happy relationship and went to a red carpet event together.

So, back to the first move I was talking about earlier. I didn’t hesitate to step outside before planting my lips on Jack’s. It was too tempting to not do, and I knew this could possibly be the only chance for me to do it. Things were too risky to kiss Jack in public, even if we were hiding. Paparazzi always managed to snap pictures. Here, though, everything was safe.

And Jack didn’t seem to mind either. He kissed me back briefly, but pulled away before I could even think of getting into it, “already kissing me now, and we haven’t even started our first date?” He smirked down at me, but still didn’t move away much further than an inch.

“Had to finish what we started last time,” I simpered back, enjoying the sexual tension between us. It was obvious to anyone what this was going to lead to. Jack was determined to make it happen, too. He closed the space between us, kissing me with more desperation than I had kissed him. My breathing echoed back to me from his cheek, while I moves my lips along the guide he was giving me. Slowly, he pushed against me so I was pressed up against the other door that could be opened as well. His weight pressing up against me gave me goosebumps and a feeling I wanted to keep for ever. I let my hands reach up to the hair at his neck, and deepened the kiss.

“Ok! Keep this for later guys!” Judy came out of the house, immediately meeting Jack and I already heavily making out. She probably thought we already left, and really didn’t expect us doing this already. As I said before, I didn’t put myself out there for such a long time, so this was definitely shocking to see. I went right for it, and I normally held back a bit.

I fake pouted at her, but pushed myself off the wall nonetheless. Jack was awkwardly standing at my side, blushing slightly, yet also still seeming pretty confident. I smiled slightly when taking a quick glance at him. Somehow he already managed to get me so into him. I turned back to my best friend and pointed at my lips, “lipstick’s still ok, right?”

She inspected me before nodding approvingly, “I’m impressed, it’s actually still on!”

“Oh, so I’m just here for you to test your lipstick?” Jack joked adding a chuckle to the end to show that he wasn’t being serious. He fixed his suit jacket, which he had left unbuttoned, making sure it was back in place and not askew from the event that happened seconds before.

“There’s a reason why I wore it,” I winked and started going down the steps that lead to my front door, “it better work.”

----

Jack and I were seated somewhere in the back, in a quiet corner, like I had asked. Nobody would be able to see me sitting here just by looking through the large windows. There weren’t any flashing lights to disturb us this time. I was actually quite surprised that nobody had followed us here. There was still a small distance between where we parked the car and the restaurant. Maybe it was because we weren’t in the very active part of LA as soon as the sun went down. All the paparazzi were probably on the side with all the clubs, hoping to find some drunk celebrities they could snap invading pictures of. Here, I had only gotten a couple of looks from other people at the restaurant, but nobody actually came up to ask for an autograph or picture.

It was also one of the first times I was out without a bodyguard… not that anybody other than Judy knew I was going out. I just knew that if I told David--my bodyguard who was also a very good friend--about this, he would have freaked out and insisted that he should always be somewhere in the background, watching over us. Not necessarily because he was afraid Jack would do something--although that was still a big part of the problem--but also because ‘outside is dangerous’. His job was to protect me, but he took it a step further and treated me like a little sister. So, yeah… going on a date would not sit well with him.

But it was nice now. Just Jack and I, having a nice dinner, laughing at each other’s jokes and getting to know each other. It had been a while since I had had a conversation like this with somebody, but I really enjoyed it. Jack was definitely a fun person to be around, and if it weren’t for the fact that I was very sexually attracted to him and loved his personality, I would have loved to be friends with him. Now, I was hoping to be a lot more than friends.

We had just finished laughing about a story Jack told. Apparently he had once stage dove, hit his nose against somebody, and started bleeding all over the place. It was 'oh so' gross, but just too good to be true. I could just imagine him doing that, he seemed that kind of guy who could easily play off accidents as something funny.

“Ok, but in all seriousness, I don’t understand it,” Jack started, leaving me to wonder what he was talking about it. But I didn’t have to wait long, because after a small pause, he continued, “you and Travis have been broken up for years, but you only decide to get a divorce now? Why?”

I knew this conversation was going to happen sooner or later. It was (according to the media) the biggest event going on in my life right now. But I guessed it was better to have it now and mess things up before it got serious, than have it break Jack and I up much later… if anything were ever to happen between us, which I was really rooting for.

I shrugged, thinking it was pretty simple, “well, we got married very young, and people told us it wasn’t going to work. Well, actually, people close to us told us to be careful, while the media was completely in love with the idea. Maybe a small part in us didn’t want everybody else to be right, but that was only in the beginning. I guess it’s just because we were so used to being married, that we didn’t really think of the possibility of getting a divorce. Just recently it actually hit us, like ‘wow, we can actually get a divorce! It will be so much easier for us’. We didn’t act married anymore, except for the occasional event, but outside of that we didn’t really see each other. Why have the danger of getting caught ‘cheating’ when we can just rule it all out?”

“So, you waited this long because you were too ignorant?” Jack bluntly put it, making my long explanation seem pointless. Another thing to get used to, Jack liked thing straight to the point, while I was used to giving vague answers that answered the question, but didn’t really give the answer the person was hoping for. It was not being able to talk about new projects, but still having to give people details, that did this to me.

I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, because, to be honest, he was completely right, “Yeah, I guess so. But maybe we wouldn’t have met if it didn’t happen now, you know?”

“I’m not judging,” he put up his hands in defense before taking another couple of bites of the pasta he had ordered. However, it he wasn’t going to leave it at that. After taking a sip of the one glass of wine he decided to have, he opened his mouth again, “but, like, how is it now? Are you and Travis still, like, close or something?”

“Hmm… Not really, but we don’t hate each other, or anything like that,” I once again started explaining, this time not trying to be as vague, which was nearly impossible. “One, we can’t really talk right now because of the whole having to be apart for legal reasons. And two, I nowhere near love him as much as I used to. It’s more like a family type of love, like I love my parents. He knows everything about me, and we did spend a couple of years really close to each other. I wouldn’t want to rip his clothes off, god no.”

“Not like you want to do with me?” Jack smirked, giving me a small wink, drinking the last of the wine.

He actually got me to blush a little as I grinned at him, “definitely not what I want to do to you.”

----

Jack shakily reached out to unlock the front door to his apartment after our lips parted. After leaving the restaurant soon after we finished our meals, we decided to go back home. But neither of us were ready to leave yet. Before people would find out was going on, I had leaned against his car and pulled him against me to kiss him. Soon enough I was being pressed up against the vehicle even more. And that’s when we decided to go back to his place.

While the car ride was pretty awkward, with both of us already wanting to get to it, everything fell back into place as soon as we were on his floor. Knowing that his bedroom was just a couple of steps away made sure that I couldn’t take my hand off him. I had been wanting to do this since the evening we had regrettably leave each other because we were being stalked.

Jack turned to me one last time before he let us both in, “my roommates aren’t out in the living room, so they’ve probably already gone to bed. We've gotta be quiet.”

I pushed him in and shook my head, letting my hands trail underneath his shirt, “I don’t think I can do that.”

“That-- That’s fine too, I guess,” he gulped and nodded, no longer being able to contain his excitement. He pulled me to his bedroom, letting me giggle and he closed the door right behind us and locked it.

I was pushed up against the wall once again as soon as we were in the privacy of his room, and no longer the open living room. His hands trailed over my body, caressing every curve, as he slowly leaned into me. I wrapped one of my legs around his waist, keeping myself steady, as I could help but tug lightly on his dark hair. Instead of going for my lips, he went for my neck, trailing kisses up and down it, sucking gently on the most sensitive spots. I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped past my lips.

I had forgotten how good human touch felt.

Notes


So, chapters apparently take me two weeks to write now. I'm no good with my planning anymore. It sucks not coming how until 5:30pm on three days in the week, meaning that I don't have as much time to write anymore. Anyway, don't expect a chapter soon. I'm gone for the rest of the week...

I really need to get this sorted out.

Comments

I love that

Daydreamers Daydreamers
2/6/19

@aweirdkindofyellow
Haha well we all know that jack is kind, and goofy as shit, so you def got that down pat lol

hopeless1313 hopeless1313
1/15/19

@hopeless1313
I don't know shit, but at least you feel like I'm sort of doing them justice.

@Daydreamers
I am writing two different Jack right now and they are polar opposites xD

OMG JACK CHILL

Daydreamers Daydreamers
1/14/19