you drive me wild (judd birch x f reader)

9: In the moonlight

Wrapped Around Your Finger - 5 Seconds of Summer

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As Judd climbed up the stairs right in front of you, you let him know your offer stood. "Need me to still help you with that black eye?"

"I'm fine. I can do it myself."

It made you feel severely disappointed. You wanted to spend time with him. You weren't sure why. Or at least you were denying something. "K. Night, Judd," you said to him as he stood in the doorway of his room.

"Night."

You walked to your room and closed the door behind you.

"Whoo! What a night!" Connie exclaimed. "Why are you blushing, Y/N? Is it Ashton?" She gasped. "It's Judd!" She cried out loud as if she didn't know how you felt towards him. "Connie," you moaned, clearly frustrated. "I don't know what to do! I like Ashton, but I think I still like Judd. It's unfair for Ashton because he's been amazing! Connie, what do I do?"

"Go and Joojle it, sweetheart! I'm all over the place too!" Connie proclaimed dramatically. She started crying.

"Screw this. I'm gonna take a shower. I'm sweating even though I did literally nothing."

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In the shower, as you scrubbed yourself clean, and started singing your favorite songs. You had always denied that you could sing and you swore to yourself that you'd never let anyone else hear you. So when Connie popped right beside you in the shower, you shrieked.

"CONNIE!"

"Don't stop swinging, you songbird!"

"You mean singing, Connie."

"That's what I said."

"Let's do a duet, my precious songbird."

"No," you said plainly.

"NO?"

"No."

"Come on, sugarplum. Not even [your favorite song]?"

You were tempted. "Fine," you smiled.

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As you dried up and put on comfortable clothes, you opened the window to get some fresh air. But what you smelled wasn't fresh. It smelled like cigarette smoke. As your head and a little bit of your body peeked out your window, you tried to investigate where the smell came from. It came from the roof.

You didn't know how to get up there. Suddenly, you spotted a raccoon on the ground below. "Hey! Psst! Psst!" You called for it, assuming it was one of Judd's raccoons. And you were right. The raccoon pointed to itself and you nodded. It climbed up the walls all the way to your window. You felt a sense of accomplishment being a raccoon whisperer.

"Can you and your friends help me get on the roof?"

The raccoon scurried away and soon a whole army of raccoons were waiting outside your window. They carried you all the way to the roof. "Thanks, buddy," you patted the raccoon you called earlier.

"Guess someone's the new raccoon royalty," a deep voice remarked. There stood Judd right in front of you. He had a cigarette slipped in between his beautiful fingers.

"Raccoon royalty? That's a weird and corny thing to call someone," You raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"They don't listen to just anyone you know." Judd inhaled the cig, looking away from you. You smirked, filled with pride that the raccoons had taken a liking to you.