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❝ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 MS 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍!

•₊˙ ◌ 🌷 -> listen to: fountains by 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬, NIGHTS LIKE THIS by 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐈, nights by 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 & unthinkable [remix] by 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒 and 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞, hello ms johnson by 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 harlow!

hiiiiiii guys! ok so this fic IS BASED on hello ms johnson jacks latest song it’s long and all flufff !!

𝐈𝐓 was a cold and windy afternoon in the comfort of your gated community in Maryland suburbia. You were outside sitting on the sidewalk scrolling through your phone letting the breeze run through your hair as you sat listening to the quiet, the specific quiet. The same quiet that was inside of house when your mother and your grandmother were out running errands, you were bored missing city life nonetheless the quiet was soothing almost. You stood up brushing off your butt, and started to walk up and down the block not noticing the presence that kept following you with its eyes every lap you took.

A man spots you from across the street, flashing a charismatic smile and jogging over to greet you. He's dressed casually, wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and a backwards cap. He looks just as charming as ever. "Yo, you good? your laps are making me dizzy” he gestured a back and forth motion with his fingers his calloused yet smooth fingers, it only took you seconds to realize who he was. Once you noticed you became hyper aware of all of his features, his body language, his small gestures, the tone in his voice. His eyes, the same eyes that were in that picture on that poster you had on your wall back home. It took you all of 3 minutes and 54 seconds to muster up the courage to reply back to him, he’d counted in his head. “Are you- oh my- I’m sorry you’re not who I think you are right, am I hallucinating???” Jack chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Nah, it's really me. Surprised to see me in the neighborhood?" He tilts his head, still grinning.

You noticed he looked slightly intoxicated. Jack sways slightly as he stands there, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. He looks down at his hands and then back up at you, his grin still in place but a bit more unsteady. "Might've had a few drinks, yeah. Not one of my best night.” Jack's expression turns somewhat annoyed as he runs a hand through his hair, disheveling it. "Man, paparazzi been bothering me nonstop. Had to get away for a bit." He leans in closer, lowering his voice. “I mean the neighborhood is pretty quiet how’d they find you here in Maryland suburbia.”Jack shrugs, his shoulders hunched. "Who knows with those vultures. They sniff out celebrities like sharks smell blood. But hey, enough about my drama. How about you? You look great, by the way."

“Thank you?”

Jack grins wider, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Why was that a question? You look great, right? I mean, you always do, but...yeah." He trails off, chuckling awkwardly.

He always did?

“You’ve seen me before?” Jack nods enthusiastically, then winces slightly as if the motion made his head hurt. "Oh yeah, we've crossed paths a few times. In your lawn mostly. I always notice you though." He looks you up and down appreciatively. "Hard not to honestly." Then he looked slightly more thoughtful as he looks at you, a hint of recognition in his eyes. "You look really familiar. Have we met formally before, this? At a show or something?" He tilts his head, trying to place your face. "Wait a minute..."

“You did a concert a few months ago an hour out from here and we met backstage.” You interrupted, also shocked he might have remembered that.

Jack's face lights up with realization, his eyes widening. "Oh, that's right! I remember now. You were with that group of girls, right? Y’all were really sweet. He grins, clearly pleased with himself for remembering. "Small world, huh?”

“Smallest.”

Jack chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "Crazy how life works out like that. Meeting random fans at a show, then bumping into one of them in the suburbs of Maryland. What are the odds?" He takes a step closer. “Truly, so uhm… your staying around here?” Jack nods, his grin growing slightly mischievous. "Yeah, for a little while at least. Trying to keep a low profile, you know? It'll be nice to relax, maybe do some writing without paparazzi breathing down my neck every second. Or so I thought…” You shook your head. “That’s easy to do here, no one really lives here besides people who are… mm… elderly. It’s truly heavens waiting room.” Jack throws his head back and laughs, a hearty, genuine sound. "Heaven's waiting room? That's hilarious and a little dark. I like it though." He winks playfully. "Maybe that's why I feel so at peace here." You then spoke in broken snorts “Oh my god, count your days.” Jack's laughter tapers off then he chuckles again. "Noted. He pauses, his gaze flicking to the house behind you. "So, uh, do you live here? Or are you just, like, a guardian angel or something? You laughed “This is gonna sound so awful, but I live here with my elderly grandma and my mom.”

Jack's expression softens with understanding and then a hint of amusement. "AND you were just making DEATH JOKES??!? Hey, no judgment here. Family's family, right?” He leans against the fence, his posture casual and open. "That's actually really sweet that you're taking care of your grandma and mom.” You smiled “My mom isn’t that old. We moved in with my grandma recently. We lived in New York and honestly my mom couldn’t keep up with the living expenses so we left.” Jack nods thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving yours. "I can understand that. The cost of living in New York is painful.” He pauses, his gaze drifting to the house again before returning to you. "So, what's your grandma like? Is she cool?”

“She’s getting old. I think she’s a little senile now.” Jack chuckles softly, shaking his head with a rueful smile. "Old and senile, huh? Sounds like she's got some good stories buried in that foggy mind." He pushes off from the fence, his expression growing a bit more serious. “She does! She’s a sweetheart truly, she’s really funny too. She has a weird knack for cheering me up.” You looked at Jack in his eyes. Jack smiles warmly, clearly pleased with your response. "That's really nice to hear.” He glances at his watch, then back at you. "Look, I gotta head out soon, but...” He hesitates, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Jack takes a deep breath and continues. "But, uh, maybe we could hang out sometime? I mean, if you're not busy or anything.” He shrugs casualness, but his eyes search yours with an intensity that betrays his nonchalance. "Just as friends, I mean.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

He pulls your phone from your hand, the phone you forgot you had, his charming presence an almost lethal distraction. He types his number.

You return the favor. Giving him yours. "There, now we're connected." He pockets his phone and flashes you one last lethally charming smile. "Catch you later, Neighbor." You blushed those words playing over and over in that blessed mind of yours. “JACK! IT’S Y/N by the way!”Jack waves farewell as he heads back to his house, laughing over his shoulder. "Will definitely remember that”He calls out, his voice carrying through the crisp air. "And hey, if you ever need anything, I'm right next door, okay?” As he disappears into his house, Jack can't help but feel a spark of excitement. He sets his phone down on the kitchen counter, his eyes lingering on the number he just saved. “Y/N, huh?” He cheeses to himself, already looking forward to their next interaction.

For a while, you didn’t see him. Weeks pass, and Jack barely sees you. He assumes you two will run into each other again sometime, but life gets busy with his music career. He's in the studio day after day, laying down tracks for his new album. Until one day you walk out of your back door your hair freshly washed, in your rather comfortable pajamas with a clay mask on, to see your mother GARDENING with…. Jack. His eyes widening slightly as he takes in the sight of you walking out of your back door. You look relaxed and kinda adorable, with her freshly washed curls tucked away behind your ears wearing a face mask. You screamed. Jack can't help but let out a startled chuckle at your scream, nearly dropping the trowel he was holding. "Y/N" he says acknowledging you. You quickly ran inside. Jack watches in amusement as you hastily turn around and rush back inside, the glass door slamming shut behind her. He shakes his head, grinning at your mom. "She's... really shy, huh?" Your mom chuckles warmly. "Oh, she's just startled. She's not used to seeing me out here with... company." She winks at Jack. "She'll come around. She's actually a really sweet girl, once you get to know her.”

“I know.” He mumbles.

Your mom continues gardening, humming softly to herself. Jack picks up the trowel and starts helping her, their arms brushing together occasionally. After a while, he glances towards the back door, hoping to catch a glimpse of you again.

Finally, Jack can't help but wonder if you’re gonna show your face again. He volunteers to help bring some tools inside, using the opportunity to slip into the house. He finds you in the kitchen, sitting at the island with your laptop open, airpods in. Jack approaches quietly, leaning against the counter next to you. You don’t notice him at first, your fingers dancing over the keyboard as you type away. He watches you for a moment, admiring your focus and the way your hair curls around your face. Eventually, he taps your shoulder. You jumped “Oh my god! Jack!”Your laptop falls out of your hands as you jump in surprise. Jack quickly catches the laptop, setting it aside to prevent it from falling on the floor. "Sorry, I ain’t mean to scare you," You remove your airpods, looking up at Jack with a mix of surprise and embarrassment on your face. You notice the laptop in his hands and reaches out to grab it, but Jack holds it out of her reach, a small smile playing on his lips. "I think I deserve an apology, don't you?" Jack teases, tilting his head to the side. He watches as your cheeks turn a shade darker, her eyes darting between his face and the laptop in his hands. "Come on, Y/NN... it's just me."

“I’m sorry.”

Jack's smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "There you go. And... no hard feelings?" He holds out the laptop to you, dangling it gently. As you reach out to take it, their fingers brush briefly. Your touch leaves a jolt of electricity on his fingertips. He watches as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes flicking up to meet his. The moment feels charged, the air thick between them. He leans in slightly, drawn towards you. Just as he's about to speak again, his phone rings, breaking the spell. He curses under his breath and answers it, stepping away to take the call. "Yeah, what's up?" His voice is distracted, his gaze still on you. "No, I'm not busy, just..." You mouth 'who is it?' and he holds up a finger, asking her to wait. The person on the other end talks for a moment, and Jack's expression becomes more focused. "Alright, I'll be there in twenty. Yeah, yeah, I know. Later."

He hangs up and runs a hand through his hair, sighing. "Listen, I gotta go... work thing." He pauses, looking at you. He feels guilty for leaving, especially after the moment you two just shared. Jack studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction. He feels a pang of disappointment. He wants to kiss you, to just lean in. But he’s not sure if you feel the same way. He steps closer, closing the gap between the two of you. Jack hesitates briefly, glancing at the door before turning back to You. He leans in, closing his eyes as he moves in to brush a soft, chaste kiss against your lips. "Hopefully I can make it up to you later," You blush in complete and utter shock. He pulls back slightly, searching your face. He finds your eyes fluttering open, your lips parted in surprise. He grins, feeling emboldened by your response. "I'll text you, okay?" Jack felt a rush of adrenaline. Your reaction, your blush and shocked expression, only added to his "Later, Y/N," he whispers, before turning and walking out the door. "Later." You say as he exits, leaving you stunned and flushed in his wake. As Jack walks out to his car, he asked your mom a question your mom showing him a photo on her phone. He looks at it, then nods. You squint trying to make out what they were talking about or what was on her phone. Jack's conversation with your mom is brief. He pockets his phone and slides into his car, starting the engine with a low rumble. As he pulls out of the driveway, he glances back up at the window where you're standing, your face scrunched up in curiosity. Jack waves briefly before backing out of the driveway and speeding off. Once he's gone, your mom comes back inside, humming to herself. She catches you staring out the window and smiles. "He's a nice boy, isn't he?" she remarks casually.

“Sure, Mommy. He is.”

Later that evening, while preparing for a quick shower after the unexpected errand, Jack's thoughts drift back to you. The kiss played on a loop in his head, teasing him with possibilities. He pulls out his phone, hesitating only a moment before shooting off a playful text.

my unofficial man 🤍 : soo about earlier... i feel like we should try that again for science of course

He hits send, smirking at his own cheesiness.

sexy ass girl next door: ermmmm 😓 perhaps

my unofficial man 🤍 : where is ur sense of adventure dude?? cmon it was just a kiss unless you didn’t like it?

sexy ass girl next door: i feel like you know how i felt about it but you just wanna hear me say it

my unofficial man 🤍 : you right i do

sexy ass girl next door : i did

my unofficial man 🤍 : aight then we should conduct an experiment... see if it's a consistent result?

sexy ass girl next door: boy just ask me out like a normal human

my unofficial man 🤍: y/n let me take you out on a date with me this weekend

sexy ass girl next door: show me why i should let you take me out

my unofficial man 🤍: how?

seen

2 days later you heard a commotion outside. You glanced out the window and gasps, your eyes widening in disbelief. There, parked in front of your house, is a long, gleaming white van. As the van door swings open, revealing hundreds of roses cascading down like a visual waterfall, you run outside seeing a white paper sticking out a bouquet a note reads "With these roses, let me ask you one more time... will you go out with me this weekend?" As the van's door opens wider, spilling even more bouquets onto the driveway, Your mom and grandmother emerge from the house, their faces alight with surprise and delight. "Well, would you look at that!” Your mom nudged you playfully, motioning towards the van. "You gonna leave the poor boy hanging, Y/N? That's gotta be at least... what, five hundred roses?" She laughs, winking at her daughter. "Might wanna answer him, sweetie."

“Mommy that’s like 3000 roses.”

Your grandma chimes in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "3000 roses? Well, I'd say that's a pretty clear sign he's serious about you, young lady. You'd be a fool not to say yes." She winks at you. You glance back and forth between your mom and grandma, an amused smirk tugging at her lips. She turns to face the spectacle outside once more, taking in the extravagant display of affection. With a theatrical sigh, you pull out your phone and types a response. You took a photo and sent it to him

sexy ass girl next door: i folded. where we going.

Jack's phone pings with your message and attached photo. His eyebrows shoot up as he takes in the staggering quantity of roses, a wide grin spreading across his face. He taps out a quick reply, his heart racing with excitement.

my unofficial man 🤍: i’m glad you agree that 3,000 roses are the only reasonable number for a first date. it’s a suprise tho, baby. saturday at 8.

The days leading up to that you Jack constantly sent messages to your house phone. You just sat on the couch listening to them, messages meant for your mother.

“Hello, Miss Johnson, you know why I'm callin

You know I've been fallin, fallin' for your daughter

I think about her often, correct me if I'm wrong, but was it you that gave the eyes to her I be lost in? Thought so, tell her I said hello if you can, and also that I can't wait to see her again, and also

tell her call me when she get a chance cause I got so much to say, and I appreciate you, ma'am”

Saturday came around, A Rolls Royce purred to a stop outside your house, Jack steps out, looking immaculate in a dress casual dress shirt that had a button up collar and comfortable dress pants. Neutral colors. He walks up to the door with a bouquet of a dozen perfect peonies, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. You answered the door, your breath catching in her throat as she takes in Jack's debonair appearance. He grins mischievously, presenting the peonies with a flourish. "Figured I should bring you some flowers that'll actually fit inside your house this time," he quips. Jack leans in, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, his cologne enveloping her in a heady, masculine scent. "Mm, you look so gorgeous, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress like this before.”

“Can I eat you instead of dinner?”

Your cheeks flush a charming shade of pink as you playfully swat Jack's arm. "Stop that! You're gonna make me mess up my makeup," You laughs, your eyes sparkling with flirtatiousness. You took Jack's arm, he led you to the passenger side of the Rolls Royce and helps you in, making sure your comfortable before slipping into the driver's seat. He revs the engine and pulls away, winking at you conspiratorially. As they cruise through the town, Jack reaches over to intertwine his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He glances over with a playful smirk. "So, any guesses on where we're headed?"

“I know exactly where we’re going I heard it on my mom’s answering machine. That would make for a good song you know, Hello Ms Johnson—“

Jack feigns shock, his eyes widening dramatically. "Oh, really now? Well, in that case…" He suddenly makes a sharp U-turn, causing you to burst out laughing.

“Maybe I need to drop by more often to deliver my messages, when’s the last time you had something that wasn’t Dominoes?” He looked at you “You like Pasta?”

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