I heard a knock on my window later that night. I thought it was a burglar, so I grabbed my softball bat and looked out. Of course it was Braxton. I unlocked the window to let him in.
"Psst. Psst. Come on. I need to show you something." Braxton said, climbing into my room. He was in a neon green t-shirt, jeans, and black Chuck Taylors. He looked like a boy version of me. Kind of sexy.
"Why the hell are you sneaking into my room at 2 a.m? My mom's asleep. If she finds out I'm gone, she'll ground me for the rest of my life. She already told me I'm not allowed to see you anymore." I said, throwing a hoodie over my tank top with my fuzzy Hello Kitty pajama pants.
"I need to show you something very important. It has to do with me being a 'good boy,' since you love calling me that. I'll show you I'm not a good boy. Okay? Ya coming?" He said while I threw on a pair of jeans. Well, now he's seen me half naked. Might not be long before he sees the full package.
"Fine. We have to be back by 4 though. That's when my mom wakes me up to make sure I'm not asleep when she leaves for work. One other thing you should know about me is that I am NOT a morning person. So don't ever wake me up at 2 a.m. again. Got it?" I said, tugging on his shirt.
"Okay, and just to point out, when you tug on my shirt like that, it really makes me wanna make out with you. Just saying." He said, his lips about a centimeter from mine.
"The feeling is mutual." I said, giving him a tiny kiss on the neck before climbing out of the window. "We've got 2 hours."
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The Bad Boy Next Door
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