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"Why don't you fucking make me?"
Jack and I were filming today. We were waiting for our director to call us over to film this scene, so jack and I were sitting on the prop couch as we waited. My head was on his lap, and his fingers were dancing around in my hair. We were just sitting on our phones, not really talking, and he put his phone down beside him.
"Y/N." "jack."
He stared down at me. "Y/N." "What, Jack?"
He quickly snatched my phone out of my hands, making me let out a little frustrated groan. "Give me that back!" "No!" He laughed.
"please. It's too expensive to be doing this with!" I giggled, I sat up and tried to grab it. "No, I'm your tv boyfriend. You need to give me attention." He kept laughing at me struggling. He held it above his head, as I palmed his whole face trying to reach it, making him erupt with laughter. "Give me that back, weirdo." I laughed, as I sat in his lap to reach it better.
"Why don't you fucking make me?" He giggles out, as he wraps his other hand around my back and chuckled at my useless, gangly armed attempt.
