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Sitting up on your bed
... you began to stretch your arms as you looked up at the ceiling. You had been doing school work for the past three hours and you were beginning to get sleepy. Rubbing your tired eyes you gazed out of your window.
Your room was beginning to get dark as the warm sun began to set and the cool filled breeze entered your comfort space. The sky with it's pastel hues as you laid your head back down staring back out of the window.
Your mom was downstairs, probably getting ready for work, as you closed your eyes dozing off to sleep.
Sounds of taps from your window caused you to flutter your eyelids open as you groaned. The taps turned into small thunks as something small was making contact with the glass.
Lifting your head you peered at the window squinting, "Is someone...throwing...rocks?" You muttered to your self as you walked out of your bed to the window.
Your bare feet made contact with the hard, cool floor as you opened the window completely. Peering down you were taken a back.
Literally.
Your hands flew to your forehead as you winced, "Ow ow ow." Your eyes shut closed as you groaned, "Who the fuck..."
You heard snickering coming from outside, carefully peering down you saw the figure of a boy who had his hands on his knees to keep himself up as he laughed hysterically.
"Suna..."
You sneered as you placed a hand at your forehead, "There's a door!" You yelled down as Suna looked up at you wiping a tear from his cheek.
"Aw! but this way is so fun!" He called back as he waved, his other hand still had small rocks, "Damn princess, did you just wake up? You look like shit!" He called again laughing as you glared down at him.
Your hair was in tangles and waves, you hadn't even noticed, puffing your cheeks you flipped Suna off closing the window as Suna laughed again.
Rubbing your forehead you groan as it still stung, Why did he put so much force into that throw?!
As you walked to your drawer to put some socks on you heard the doorbell ring downstairs, as you physically cringed to yourself.
You felt your heart drop as you remembered how your mom had been weeks ago, you haven't really talked since but even then it still felt awkward on your end.
Rushing down stairs you patted your hair down as you put a hand on the wall, your eyes met your moms back as she had opened the door to let the boy in.
"Hello, Ms. (L/n)," Suna greeted as he took his shoes off.
Closing the door she waved her hand in front of her, "Oh please, call me (M/n)," She laughed nervously as Suna smiled with a nod.
