Pregnant | Jack Johnson

Requested? Nope! But a close friend of mine gave me the idea and I just ran with it 

Warnings? Swearing, Talks of pregnancy 

Word Count: 4,935 

“(y/n)! Can you please turn that down!” 

You roll your eyes and ignore your mom yelling from downstairs. You were working on a new song that you wanted to release as soon as possible and you needed to get this guitar part down. Without realizing it, your mom had marched up the stairs and barged straight into your room. She rips the plug to your guitar from your amp and your head whips up to face her instantly. “Mom!” You exclaim. “I told you to keep it down.” She repeats while crossing her arms across her chest. “And I told you I need to finish this song today.” You retort, placing your guitar down next to you to stand in front of your mom. “Why do you bother? It’s not like you’re going to get famous off of all this junk.” She says gesturing around your room to the various instruments lying around. “Don’t you have a dinner party to attend to?” You ask sarcastically. She sighs and shakes her head slowly before leaving the room once more. You turn back to your bed and pick up the guitar you had just put down. You carry it over to the stand and place it down before walking back over to your bed and collapsing onto it. Your parents always told you that you were good at music. But they never ever believed you could make a living out of it. They decided early on that there was no way you could become famous from a simple hobby. So as soon as you could, you enrolled in every music class possible. You saved up your allowances and later on money from actual jobs to buy different instruments and learn how to play them. Music consumed every bit of your life and while your parents thought you were good they never thought it was enough. You started off posting covers on twitter and Instagram and built a small following there. After saving up a bit more you bought a professional camera and started your own YouTube channel. You never strayed far from doing covers but about a year ago you started to write your own music. You fell in love with it. Scribbling chords and lyrics across all of your school notes. You’d get an idea for something and bolt from the room just to write it down. Music was your passion. And no matter how many times or how many people told you that it would never amount to anything, you never gave up. You currently had almost one million subscribers on YouTube and fifty thousand followers on twitter. You hadn’t told your family yet, in fear they would get upset that you hadn’t told them earlier. You sit up and grab your ukulele, an idea for popping into your head. You strum a couple of different chords until you get a pattern you like. When you’re set on the chords and the strumming pattern you quickly get up from your bed and run over to your desk. You scribble the notes down in a rush before sitting back down. You stare at your notebook with a wide smile before turning back to your ukulele to record he new part. After about two more hours of recording and editing, the song is finished. You sigh happily and upload the finished product up on YouTube. You check the time to see it’s almost two am. You quickly shut your laptop and pass out. The next morning (technically afternoon) you wake up to your phone ringing loudly next to you. You reach a hand out towards your nightstand and reach around until you find your phone. Without seeing who it is, you answer the phone and press it against your face. “Hello?” You ask, your voice coming out raspy. “(y/n)!!!” It takes you a few seconds but you recognize the voice of your best friend and sigh tiredly. “Yeah Ella?” “Did you just wake up? It’s one o’clock!” She announces incredulously and you can’t help but roll your eyes. “What do you want Ella? You say trying to keep the edge from your voice. You knew that you’d get yelled at by your Mom for being up so late and waking up super late too. “Have you checked your phone?” She asks and it took everything in you to not snap at her. “No. I woke up to you calling me.” “Check your phone right now! Jack and Jack tweeted about your new song!!!” You immediately sit up straight in bed. You and your best friend had been fans of Jack and Jack since they released their song Flights. You had seen them in concert a few months back and fell in love with their music even more. You quickly put your friend on speaker and then check your phone to see a billion notifications. You finally find the original tweet by Jack and Jack. It was a YouTube link to your song with the caption. “Straight Fire 🔥 🔥 “ You stare at the tweet in shock before quickly retweeting it. You look through the tweets replying to Jack and only see nice tweets back. “(y/n)?” You snap out of your shocked state at the sound of your best friend calling out to you. “Yeah?” You ask still not being able to wrap your head around this whole situation. “Did you see the tweet?” “Yeah.” You say still scrolling through all of the mentions. You see you have a couple of new dms and you click there to see most of them be new fans complimenting your song. “No way.” You whisper quietly. “What?” Ella asks. “No way!” You yell loudly. “What?!?” Ella yells into the phone catching your attention once more. “Jack Johnson dm’d me!!!” You yell loudly. “Do not open it yet!” Ella yells over the phone. “I’m coming over right now!” Your phone clicks off and you wait an agonizingly slow three minutes before Ella shows up to your house. She barges into your room without a word and runs over to your bed and jumps onto it. “What did he DM you?” She asks not bothering to greet you. You and Ella have been best friends since pre school. She lived right next door, making it easy for you two to hang out 24/7. You click open the DM and read it out loud to your best friend. “Hey (y/n)! I found your music last night and I think you’re amazing. Jack and I were talking and we’re wondering if you want to open for us on tour? Let us know asap and we’ll set up a time to meet up and talk more.” You and Ella both scream loudly when you finish reading the DM. You couldn’t believe it. Jack and Jack wanted you to open up for them. It was an absolute dream come true. “What do I say?” You ask Ella once you calm down. “Say yes! You’ve wanted this forever!” She insists. “What about my parents?” You ask quietly. “What will they say?” “Fuck what they say.” Ella say placing her hands on your shoulders. “This is your shot. Take it.” You nod your head and smile widely at her. You grab your phone from next to you and start to type a reply back to Jack. “Hi Jack!” Thank you so much for tweeting out about my music it means a lot! I would love to open up for you and Jack on tour. I’m free pretty much anytime so tell me when and we can meet up. Thank you again!” “You’re gonna tour with Jack and Jack!!!” Ella yells loudly causing you two to scream out loud once more. Jack DM’d you back pretty quickly and you had decided that you, him, and Gilinsky would meet up on Friday after you got out of class. You decided not to tell your parents yet, wanting to make sure that your spot as an opener was solidified first. “What am I supposed to wear?” You turn to face Ella who was lounging on your bed, her phone held up in front of her face. “What are you choices?” She says sitting up and throwing her phone down next to her. You hold up a black flowy dress that was probably your favorite to wear. Next was a simple flannel and skinny jeans. Lastly was a T-shirt that you usually tuck into a skirt with converse. “I say flannel and jeans. A classic that’s not too fancy and it makes your legs look good.” She compliments. You nod your head and walk into your bathroom to change quickly. When you walk back out Ella starts to hype you up causing you to laugh and start to blush. “Now go chase your dream! And tell Gilinsky I said hi!” She pushes you out the door and you jog down to your car. You get in and make the 15 minute trip to the local Starbucks you three planned to meet up at. When you get there you recheck your hair and outfit before getting out and heading inside. You find Jack and Jack pretty quickly. You spot them sitting towards the back of the small cafe and Johnson waves you over excitedly. “Hi!” Johnson greets happily. “Hey!” You say sticking your hand out, which he happily takes. “I’m (y/n).” “I’m Jack.” Johnson says as he let’s go of your hand so you can shake Gilinsky’s. “And I’m Jack.” Gilinsky responds, a slight smirk on his face. “Do you want to get something to drink or eat first and then we’ll get down to business?” Johnson suggests. “Can you get me my usual?” Gilinsky asks and Johnson nods. He stands up and the two of you walk to the end of the line together. “So, I’m gonna be honest.” You start and Johnson gives you a confused look. “I’ve been a fan of you two since flights and I’m high key freaking out inside that I’m meeting you right now.” “Really? That’s crazy!” Johnson says smiling widely at you. “Yeah me and my best friend have loved you guys for awhile.” You admit sheepishly. “Well don’t be shy, and don’t be intimidated by us. We’re just two regular guys that can also be huge dorks sometimes.” He says winking at you causing you to blush. It was finally your turn in line and Johnson orders for him and Gilinsky before turning towards you. You order your usual and before you can start to dig around in your purse for your wallet, Johnson had already payed. “Hey, I could have-“ You start but soon interrupted. “My treat. It’s the least I could do considering you’re kinda saving our butts on this tour.” After you get your drinks you sit back down across from the Jacks. You start off just talking about yourself and your music first and the boys tell you how they discovered you. You eventually get into the logistic of things and by the time you’re finished, you’ve talked for two hours. “I still can’t believe this is happening.” You say leaning back into your seat. Gilinsky smiles at you. “You’ll get used to it. Promise.” After wrapping up some finishing business things, you swap phone numbers and you leave with the biggest smile on your face. Once you get home and fall onto your bed you let out an excited scream. “I’m touring with Jack and Jack!!!!” You scream out before getting up and jumping around your room. Tour was in a month and you still hadn’t told your family. You were constantly making excuses to them as to why you disappeared every other day for rehearsals or meetings with the guys. You planned for tonight at your brothers birthday dinner that you would finally tell them, hoping you would get a good reaction. “Hey guys, I have to tell you something.” You said once you were all seated at your table. “Yes?” You Mom asks. “I’m going on tour with Jack and Jack.” You watch as your Mom and Dad sport confused looks but your brother smiles widely. He leans over and hugs you tightly. “I’m so proud of you!” He cheers. “When did this happen?” Your Dad finally asks. “A month or two ago I met up with them and they told me they wanted me to open up for them on tour.” You explain. “And this is what you want?” Your Dad asks. “More than anything.” “Well there’s no reason for me to stop you.” Your Dad smiles at you and you feel relief flood over you. You could tell your Mom wasn’t happy about you going but it didn’t matter in your eyes. This was your choice. “The LA show is at the end of the tour, but I’ll get you tickets to other shows to come to if you want.” You tell your Dad. “You’re gonna do amazing.” He says pulling you into a tight hug. You then hug your mom, who whispers encouraging things to you. She came around about two weeks after you told your family. Lastly you hug your brother, who insists you’re gonna kick ass at every show. With one final wave you head out and towards the SUV that would take you to the airport. You first stop was in Florida, so you would fly their first and then get onto the tour bus you would be living on for the next two months with the boys. Just as you approach the car, Gilinsky jumps out and greets you. He takes your bags and puts them in the back before following you inside the car. “Hey (y/n/n)!” Johnson greets. “Ready for tour?” “You know it.” After the hour long drive to the airport, and about thirty minutes through security, the three of you were finally on your way to Florida. You were sat in between the two boys, Johnson on your left and Gilinsky on your right. You and Johnson talked a bit more about tour before plugging your headphones in and being left to your own devices. You started to watch one of your favorite movies, Baby Driver, when Gilinsky taps on your shoulder. “Can I watch?” He asks and you nod your head. You take out one of your headphones and hand it over to him. Together you watch the movie, heads bent close together as you draw closer and closer to Florida. About halfway through the movie, you become a bit sleepy. You rest your head against Gilinsky’s shoulder before eventually passing out completely. When you wake up again, Gilinsky is shaking your shoulder lightly and you look up to meet his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours. He offers you a small smile in which you return. “We’re about to land.” He whispers to you and you nod. You sit up and look over to see Johnson passed out next to you. You shake his shoulder, making him wake up and tell him what Gilinsky had just told you. After 10 more minutes of flying, you finally land. You peek around Johnson excitedly to look out at the beautiful Florida landscape. After getting off the plane and grabbing your luggage the three of you head out to the SUV that would take you to your hotel room for the night.

You end up falling asleep on Gilinsky again during the car ride but when you wake up again this time, you find yourself in a hotel room. You sit up and notice Gilinsky sitting in a chair across the room scrolling through his phone.

“Oh hey. You’re up.” He says smiling before walking over to you. “Johnson went out to go get pizza.”

“Are we all staying in one hotel room?” You ask as you sit up further in bed.

“For tonight yeah.” Gilinksy responds. “The hotel messed up our rooms so we only have one room.”

You nod your head slowly and just as your about to ask him who would be sleeping where, Johnson walks in with two large pizzas in one arm and sodas in the other.

“You’re finally awake!” He exclaims as he sets down the pizzas on the table Gilinsky was sitting in front of just moments ago. “Did G tell you about the rooms?”

“Yeah he told me. What are we gonna do about sleeping arrangements?” You ask while standing up to walk over where Johnson is.

“I’m fine with sleeping on the floor. Ask G I can sleep pretty much anywhere.”

“I can sleep on the couch. No big deal.” G says shrugging.

“I don’t want to take up the whole bed.” You say feeling bad that the boys were sleeping on the floor.

“It’s just one night.” G shrugs “Unless your fine with sharing?”

“Like you said it’s just one night and there’s no reason for both of you to have to sleep uncomfortably.”

“Okay, G you take the bed with (y/n). I’ll take the couch.” Johnson says before turning back towards the table so he can start eating.

After dinner, you all decide to watch a movie together before heading off to bed. You changed into comfier clothes to sleep in before jumping onto the bed next to Gilinsky. The three of you decide on watching Dunkirk, Gilinsky sitting on your left and Johnson sitting at the end of the bed. About an hour into the movie, you feel yourself growing tired. Eventually unconsciousness falls over you and you curl up into the inviting warmth of the unfamiliar bed.

“Show day! Get up (y/n)!” Your eyes slowly crack open to meet Johnsons bright blue ones. He offers you a smile before pulling you up and out of bed.

“Lets go! Shower and change. We have to be at the venue in an hour!” He says pushing you into the bathroom.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, you’re rushing out of the door with the boys, heading to your first venue of the tour. When you get there, you run out of the car and towards the small building you would be performing in. The three of you explore the small concert hall before starting up soundcheck.

“You ready for your first show?” Johnson says coming up behind you.

“I think so.” You say messing with the hair tie around your wrist.

“Don’t be nervous.” G reassures you. “You’re gonna do great.”

“Thanks guys.” You smile and hug them both tightly. Suddenly, you hear the first drum beat, signaling the start of your set. You wait until it’s time before running out on stage and starting your first night on tour.

“That was amazing!!!” You cheer excitedly as you run back off stage.

“You did amazing!” J praises and G agrees.

“This is the best feeling ever.” You say breathlessly.

“Don’t worry.” J starts. “It never gets old.”

You had officially been on tour for almost a month now and you were in love. You loved how much fun going on stage and singing your heart out was. You had dreamed of this your entire life and now that you were living it was still insane to you.

You had also grown much closer to the boys making the endless road trip a billion times more fun. You and Johnson had hit it off from the start and you two acted like you had been best friends for years.

You and G were pretty close too but nothing like you and J. You two could talk about nothing and everything for hours and even though it probably made no sense to anyone else, you and G understood each other perfectly.

Tonight was your New York show, the concert you had been waiting for forever. New York City was a place you had always dreamed of visiting and the fact that you got to perform their too was mind blowing. You were about an hour out from the city and you were lounging in the back of the bus, a book in your hand and music playing softly.

G was sat on the other end of the couch, scrolling through apps on his phone. That was the other thing about you and G, you two never needed to say much if need be. You could sit in a room together without a word and know exactly what the other was thinking.

“Guys!” Johnson says running into the room. You and G both look up simultaneously, signaling for J to continue talking.

“There’s an awesome party going down at a club not too far from the venue. You guys down to go?”

You and G cast each other a quick glance before turning back to Johnson and nodding. “Sounds like fun.”

“Just you wait.”

Once the show ends, you and the guys head back to the hotel room to freshen up before heading out to the club. You change into a cute black dress with small heels and a black clutch. When you walk out you see the guys haven’t changed much but it wasn’t like they really needed to.

“Let’s party!” J yells as we walk back out to the club.

When you get their, the three of you are split up pretty quickly. You find yourself at the bar first, grabbing a drink or two before making your way to the dance floor. The music pulses through you and you finally let loose. You stay like this for awhile, dancing to a few songs before grabbing a drink and then heading back into the mass of bodies on the dance floor.

Suddenly, you feel two hands find your waist and you twist in the person's arms to meet G’s familiar brown eyes. He scans you up and down before pulling you closer to him, your hands find his hair and you run your fingers through his ends.

He leans down closer to you, capturing your lips in a drunken kiss. His hands slip to your hips as yours tangle in his hair further. When you break away for air G leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Let’s take this back to the hotel room, yeah?” He says a bit breathlessly.

You nod your head in response and he takes your hand in his, leading you through the crowd of people. When you get outside, you instinctively keep close to Gilinsky. He wraps an arm around your waist tightly as you wait for your cab.

When you finally get back to your hotel room, G doesn’t wait a second. As soon as the door closes, G is pushing you against it, his lips finding yours in an instant. He pins your hands above your head against the door, as he deepens the kiss. When you break away for air for the second time, G attacks your neck and your hands drop to his neck as your head falls backwards.

G’s hands slip to your waist and he pulls you towards him and off the door. He reconnects your lips as you make your way over to your bed. He pushes you on top of it before hovering over you and reconnecting your lips.

When you wake up the next morning, it takes you a few seconds to remember where you are.  You lean over to grab your phone on the nightstand next to you and see it’s almost noon. You go to sit up but groan loudly once you realize that your brain feels like it’s pounding against your skull.

All at once, memories of last night resurface in your brain. You groan out loud once more and fall back into the soft mass of pillows. What were you going to do? Was it going to be awkward between you and G now? Questions rack your brain but instead of sitting there and driving yourself insane, you slip on a comfortable hoodie and a pair of slippers and walk over to the boys hotel room.

When you knock on the door, G answers and you can see J is passed out on the bed in the hotel room. Without a word, Gilinsky makes sure he has a room key before shutting the door and gesturing towards your hotel room.

After walking into your hotel room, you make your way over to the couch in the room and sit down. Gilinsky sits down next to you but at a safe distance making you realize that he remembers last night too.

You decide to break the ice first, and ask the question that has been bothering you the most. “Did last night mean anything to you? Or am I just another hook up?”

“You could never be just another hook up to me (y/n).” He reassures you. “But I think our friendship is more important than this.”

“Oh thank god.” You say breathing out a sigh of relief and leaning back against the couch. “I’d rather be friends to be honest.” You admit when G gives you a confused look.

“So it’s settled. Best friends till the end.” He says standing up. “Now let’s go get food I’m starving.” He holds out a hand for you in which you take and the two of you head out of the hotel to look for a good place to eat.

“Yo gilinsk have you seen (y/n)? She was supposed to be at soundcheck ten minutes ago.” J says with a worried expression.

“I thought she went to the bathroom?”

As soon as G says this, J takes off towards the bathrooms. When he knocks on the door he doesn’t hear anything, causing worry to spike through him.

“(y/n)? You in there?” J calls out.

“Yeah I’m here.” You call out weakly.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?”

“Yeah I’m fine.” You say staring at the positive pregnancy test. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Clearly J decides that’s good enough for him and walks away from the bathroom. You sit there for another minute or two trying to figure out what to do. You were pregnant. With G’s baby. This couldn't be happening.

You knew you couldn’t keep it a secret. You had two weeks left of tour and the boys knew you well enough now to know if you were hiding something. Especially something as big a this. When you walk out of the bathroom, you find G waiting outside for you. From his expression you could tell he was worried about you.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks pushing off against the wall he was leaning on to face you.

“I have to tell you something.” You start slowly and G nods, encouraging you to tell him. “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?” He asks clearly stunned. You go to say it again but G quickly cuts you off. “Are you sure it’s mine?”

You scoff lightly at him, taken aback that he was acting like this. “I haven’t slept with anyone else Jack.”

“I can’t- you can’t be pregnant. I’m way too young to have a kid.” He says running a hand through his hair worriedly.

“And I’m not? You really think I wanted this to happen?”

“No but, fuck (y/n) this can’t be happening. I can’t help you with this.” Gilinsky finally says.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You start but you’re soon interrupted by Johnson.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” He asks while walking over to stand in between the two of you.

“Ask her.” G snaps before walking away.

J turns to you and his face falls instantly. He pulls you towards him and hugs you tightly as tears stream down your face. You knew G wouldn’t be over the moon with the new but you never expected him to act like this.

“What’s wrong?” J asks pulling back slightly from the hug so he can look you in the eye.

“I’m pregnant with Jack’s baby.” You whisper quietly before starting to cry once more. “And he doesn’t want anything to do with it. Or me.” You start to cry again and J pulls you towards him. His arms are wrapped securely around you as you sob quietly into his chest.

“I’ll help you.” J reassures you. “If G doesn’t want this baby, I’ll help you in anyway need me to. I’ll always be here for you (y/n).”

You and G didn’t talk much for the rest of the night. After the show, you went straight to your hotel room. You needed time to think about what you were gonna do about this baby and what J and G both had to say about it.

Just as your about to get ready for bed, you hear yelling coming from the hotel room next to yours. J and G’s hotel room. You rush over and see that the door is already open. You step into the room to see the boys in a clearly heated argument.

“Woah! What the hell is going on?” You ask walking over to stand in between the two boys.

“Is it true? You’re gonna let Johnson help you raise this baby? Our baby?” G snaps at you.

“Last time I checked, you wanted nothing to do with this baby. So yes, if J wants to help then he can help.” You say turning to face G completely.

“I’m the baby’s father.” G says, his tone growing lower.

“Talk to me when you start acting like one.” You snap. “But for now, Johnson is helping me with this baby. You’re just going to have to deal with it.”