You jerk! (Jackson passagila x reader)

Why's your room so high?

Y/n's pov

I was just sitting in my room, peacefully reading a book in the night.

Yesterday's picnic was a smashing success, and I had a really great time with Jackson.

It was a crisp early summer night, and my curtains were open, letting the pretty orange light from a street lamp shine in.

Suddenly, my window opened and I was met with the one and only Jackson, wearing the same shirt that he had worn on the day I met him, his hair slightly blowing in the breeze.

He for some reason had a toothpick in his mouth, and looked tired out from the climb.

"Why is your room so high?" He asked, still sitting on the roof outside my window.

"I don't know?" I said, although it sounded more like a question.

He looked around expectantly for a second.

"Let's go!" He said.

"My dad would kill me." I replied.

It's true, the moment the summer had begun, he set a curfew of 11:00 and it was now 11:04. We had to have a big uncomfortable talk about how he didn't want his daughter running around the streets and getting impregnated.

Jackson scoffed and smiled, looking around my room.

"Well... I don't see him." He said.

"I guess you're right..." I pondered my options.

Jackson stared at me patiently until I decided.

"Fine, I'll go." I said, making his mouth shoot up in a smile.

"Good!" He nodded, proud of himself for persuading me.

He jerked his head in the direction of the ground. "See you down there." He said, putting the toothpick back between his teeth.

He quickly slid my window closed and I pulled on my Jean jacket, quietly opening my door and walking downstairs.

I tugged on my shoes and walked outside, softly closing the door behind me.

"Hey, y/l/n." Jackson said with a smile.

"Hey, Passaglia." I answered, grinning back at him.

Our surroundings weren't that visible, considering the only source of light was that single orange-hued lamppost, but I could see his face, illuminated by the glow of the light.

"So! How are you on this lovely summer day?" He asked, linking arms with me as we walked down the street.

"Well, technically it's night, but I'm good." I answered with a chuckle.

"My apologies." He said.

"How are you?" I asked, nudging him with my elbow.

"Mmm... pretty good. Better now that you're here." He smirked.

"Good to know I have that affect on you." I joked.

"Mm yeah, you do." He joked casually.

"Oh, shut up." I laughed, whacking him on the arm.

"Okay, okay. But seriously, I feel like I haven't seen you in... well, forever!" He exclaimed.

"Jackson, I literally saw you yesterday." I deadpanned. "And I texted you today!"

"Yeah, but you couldn't hang out, because your family wanted to spend time with you, and you have a summer project that you volunteered to do, so now you have to read a book every night for an hour, which is actually really reasonable...but still!" He pouted.

"Well... we can hang out tomorrow! What do you want to do tomorrow?" I asked.

"We could..... uh, I don't know! there's nothing good to do around here!" Jackson complained.

"Hey, I saw this cute old diner that they turned into an ice cream place down on Mill Avenue. We should be check it out!" I said.

"How did I never realize that was there in my seventeen years of living in this town." Jackson asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. You're kind of weird." I teased.

"Hey! Not funny!" He chuckled.

"If it wasn't funny then why'd you laugh?" I asked, unhooking my arm from his.

Then, I sprinted away from him, laughing.

"Hey! Come back!" He shouted, chuckling as he ran after me.

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