nasty ass

the real question is....who sent the first ever nude

[plsjack]

friendly competition || jack & danielle

[daniellewtf]

The fairly brunette girl was excited that she’ll be getting to hang out with the boy, Jack. He had a spontaneous personality, and was good looking that she had to admit. Danielle got up from her bed, doing some warm ups as she went over to her closet to choose an attire. She wore a white tank top, with denim shorts because she didn’t have the right clothes for a basketball game but the girl decided to shrug it off.

Danielle had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, grinning as she looked down on her phone only to receive a text from the boy. She wore her white converse, walking out and heading straight to her car. The small girl drove to the address that was given to her, parking her car as she walked to his front door ringing the doorbell.

[plsjack]

Jack heard the sound of his doorbell through the open door leading into his house and he jumped up, jogging to the front door as he opened it, sunglasses tucked into the front of his shirt. He gave one of his famous grins as he faced Danielle. He sniffed the air, looking back at the girl. “What’s that I smell? I think it’s the scent of loser,” he teased. He beckoned the girl to come inside as he closed the door behind her. 

“I’ve got the court in the backyard, some tunes, and some beer in the fridge. I think we’ve got a pretty sweet set up right now,” he told the girl as he led her inside, making a quick detour to the kitchen to grab a six-opack of beer before heading to the back of the house. He set the beer on the table outside, sliding his Ray-Bans on. “I’m ready whenever you are, babe,” he chuckled, lifting his sunglasses to give her a wink before letting them rest against the bridge of his nose once more. 

[plsjack]

friendly competition || jack & danielle

Jack was excited he’d get to hang out with Danielle a little later in the day. He’d gotten along well with the girl, and it was no lie that she was beautiful. All in all, she seemed like a perfect contender to spend the day with. Stepping out of his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he typed up a text to the girl, giving her his address and inviting her over whenever she was ready. He had a tennis court in his backyard that he and his fellow Omaha boys had worked hard to turn into a pretty sick basketball court, and he was psyched he could use it with Danielle.

Ten minutes later the Vine star was in a pair of basketball shorts and a generic tank top, grabbing the nearest snapback of the many scattered in his closet. He put it on backwards and grabbed his phone from where he left it on the bathroom counter. Jack slipped the iPhone in his pocket and put on his Jordans, walking outside with his bluetooth speaker. He set it up by the patio table, which was placed near the basketball court, a small court a little more than half the size of a normal one. He put on a playlist that consisted mostly of pump-up songs and he sat by the table, scrolling down his Twitter feed as he waited for the girl to arrive.

[daniellewtf]

We both can agree on that. What about later today or tomorrow? In case ya need to practice or something.

[plsjack]

Please, I could beat you with my eyes closed.

[stellantic]

You should be able to dance the same as when you are performing.

[plsjack]

Yeah but it takes too much thought to dance well. I’d rather dance like an idiot.

[daniellewtf]

I complete agree with that. Exactly, wise minds think alike. You decide, I’m down for any reward.. Maybe the winner get’s to decide what they want? I’ll be pretty competitive, honestly. As soon as we can, when are you free?

[plsjack]

They definitely do. Any reward...sounds fun. I like that twist. Oh, trust me, me too. Sounds lame but like, I’m always free.

[stellantic]

So you don’t dance when you aren’t performing? So maybe I need to teach you how to dance..,

[plsjack]

I don’t dance well when I’m not performing. I’m down.

[daniellewtf]

Well, hey.. those always ends up becoming a ton of fun. Alright, I admit.. I am. Great idea, probably it’ll be best when we play drunk.. It’ll be funnier and funner. Plus, it’ll be a higher chance we’ll miss the hoop.

[plsjack]

True, true. Good, always fun to have your ego boost by a pretty girl. Oh man, that’s a challenge that I’m more than willing to accept. And the winner --- the winner has to get something, too. Put a little competitive edge. I’m excited, when are we gonna do this shit?

[stellantic]

You basically dance more than I do. So basically you are better than me.

[plsjack]

Only when I perform, but that’s not the same. It’s more fun to dance like a lame-o anyways.

[daniellewtf]

Ooh, I am special. We might even do most of your smart ideas some time.. Hmm.. You tell me, mister Gilinsky.. Am I? I don’t know.. You come up with great ideas, right? Although, strip basketball is my suggestion.

[plsjack]

Well my ideas usually involve getting drunk or doing something potentially stupid and a little dangerous, but it would be great to have a companion to do them with. You better be. Strip basketball? Well, fuck Jack J, let’s just play one on one if it’s going to be like that.

[stellantic]

Probably not, my moves are kinda shit.

[plsjack]

Still, like ten times better than mine.

[daniellewtf]

That’s a great idea, I feel so special. If you guy’s have similar personalities, and are pretty damn great.. then I don’t see why you both shouldn’t be friends. Ooh, that sounds even better. Just as long as there’ll be a fun twist to the game.

[plsjack]

Of course you are, I don’t share my ideas with just anyone, you know. That’s true, that’s true. Are you calling me pretty damn great, miss Campbell? Because you’re right. I am. And what might that twist be?

[stellantic]

A dance party? Just tell me when and I will be there.

[plsjack]

Perfect. Although I’m sure you’d outshine me with your awesome moves.

[daniellewtf]

You should share those ideas more often. That’s perfect. Damn, that really is fate. That’s so cool, though. I hope one day I can see you two play, sounds like fun.

[plsjack]

I definitely will with you now. Isn’t it? Man, I know. It’s crazy to think of, I’m glad we’re still friends. You’ll definitely play with us. As long as you’re on my team.

[stellantic]

Thank you Jack.

[plsjack]

It’s no problem. I’m sure the dance party would be more fun with you anyways.

[aurasqueen]

How often do you get drunk? Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. I don’t know, probably anyone but I feel special being trusted.  I’ll be there next time to make up for this.

[plsjack]

Hey, I’m a hot, sort of famous nineteen year old from a boring town. I get as drunk pretty often. I see the shit you’re trying to pull, Jenner. I’m watchin’ ya. Please, it’s a special job, you should. Good, good.

[kennabratton]

No, please, feel free to compliment it all you want. All my squats have finally paid off.

[kennabratton]

[plsjack]

Duly noted. Ah, squats. Amazing, but they can be killer as hell.

[aurasqueen]

I might just do that, if only to see you prove yourself. It’s not that I don’t have faith in you but it’s more convincing to see it for myself. I’m sorry, I totally failed on my first task. Maybe you should hire someone else.

[plsjack]

It won’t take much convincing to repeat that if I’m drunk. I think you’re just saying that because you wanna see me drunk booty pop. Which I don’t blame you if you do. Who else could I trust with this important job, though?