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Your pov.
Your parents were at work so you were home alone. You had some cleaning to do so you put on some music and started cleaning. After about a half hour you got bored and went up to your room. You took off your shorts and grabbed a pair of boxers and a white button down shirt. You grabbed your black high Nike socks and put them on. Your room was a hard wood floor and you just got done mopping it you grabbed a hair brush and started dancing and singing. (Like Mark Wahlberg did) you were having so much fun sliding around your room.

Jacks pov.
I was bored so I went over to my window to see if y/n was in her room. We are neighbors. We communicate with paper and marker sometimes. (Like the Taylor Swift you belong with me video) I grabbed my paper pad and marker just in case. I looked out my window and saw y/n dancing around in a pair of boxers socks and white button down. I grabbed my phone and texted her.

Your pov.
I was in the middle of my dance when my phone went off. I walked over to it and picked it up.
"Hey nice dance moves." It said. It was from Jack.
"Hey thanks." I said.
"Your welcome." He said.
"Come over." I said.
"Okay but get dressed. I'm on my way over." He said. I looked out my window and saw him looking at me. I nodded and walked over and shut my curtains. I got dressed into black high waited shorts and a vans off the wall tshirt. I put my hair in a messy bun. I walked downstairs and saw Jack sitting on my couch. I walked up behind him and covered his mouth.
"Scream and I call the cops." I said he nodded and laughed. I let go of his mouth and he pulled me over the couch. I was sitting next to him.
"Wanna watch Netflix?" I asked and he nodded.
"You pick the show. I'm gonna go get snacks." I said. He nodded again. I got chips and drinks and walked back into the living room and saw teen wolf on. I love this boy. We mostly watched teen wolf and talked about random things until my parents got home. Then he left around dinner. Then after dinner I ran upstairs and taped a note for him on my window. Then I got a text saying that he had fun today and we should do it again. Then I fell asleep.

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