Were WHAT?!?!?!

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Cassidys POV

I rolled over. I placed the pillow over my face because it was a Saturday and I wanted to sleep in. The light was blinding.

Then I remembered that Jackson and I had slept together the night before.

I threw the pillow off and glanced at the bed beside me. Empty.

"Morning gorgeous."

I freaked out and glared across the room. Jackson was sitting in my bean bag chair. Different outfit but same guy.

"You lied."

"Nu uh."

"Yeah HUH. You said you would be GONE when I woke up." I pointed out. "And you are HERE."

"Fine. I see how it is. You want me gone." He pouted.

"Ahh Babe." I crawled out of my bed and sat on his lap on the beanbag chair. But we fell over. "Is my aunt up yet?"

"Yeah. She left like half an hour ago."

"How long have you been here? Watching me sleep you perv!!"

I wasn't really all that mad.

"A h." Jackson snorted.

"Okay. DO yo know where she went?" I asked. Then i realized that my hair was not brushed and I had JUST woken up. "Shit. Jackson,I am going to go the bathroom. I need a few minutes of me time. Okay? Can you leave and then come back? Please?"

He looked sad. "Do you want me gone?"

"Yeah. But only for a minute."

He stood up. And walked to the window.

I rememeberd a thing he said last night.

"Goodbye Wolf."

He gave me a shocked expression and dropped out the window.

I brushed my teeth and my hair and when Aunt Ally got back, I was in my favorite t-shirt and sweat pants. I was sprawled out on the couch, with my phone on my leg. I was playing a game, and watching Frozen at the same time.

"You want breakfast? I got Mickey Dees." She held up a bag.

"Yum. I can smell it." I took out a breakfast burrito and a sausage egg McMuffin.

"So. What do you wanna do today?"

"Um. Actually I want you to meet someone. Is that okay?"

"Yeah. Wait, is it a guy?"

I nodded, watching her face, hoping she didn't get pissed.

"Yeah. Is he cute?"

"I think so." I shrugged and took another bite of my burrito. "I think he will be over later, but I am not sure."

"Yeah. I cannot wait, whats his name?"

"Jackson."

"Ohh. Sounds dreamy."

"Yeah. At least his eyes are." I smiled.

She laughed.

"SHHHH. My favorite part."

It was Olaf's scene.

"Man. Why does Anna kick his head off? I mean that is mean."

"Right?" Was the only thing Ally said. She knows I like my Olaf.

I sang along. "Winters a good time to stay in and cuddle, but put me in summer and I will be a- HAPPY SNOWMAN."

A few moments later

"IN SUMMER!!!," "Im gonna tell him." Slap. "Don't you dare."

"You know, my personal favorite is the reindeer. He acts kinda like a dog, which is really cute because he is not one. I have always wanted a dog."

"Me too. I have always imagined me and you getting a big, Rottweiler slash Labrador retriever. So I can wrap my legs and arms around it when I hug it. Yay."

"You know what? We don't live in New York anymore. In an apartment, maybe we can get a dog now."

"REALLY? OMG That is GREAT."

I jumped up and hugged her. My phone hit the ground and I gasped. I have never dropped my phone before. What if it cracked?

I picked up my phone and slowly checked the screen. "WOOh. No cracks."

My phone vibrated in my hand. "Agha." It was a call from Jackson. I pressed talk.

"Oh hello?"

"Hi. Can I come over now?"

"Let me ask." I placed the phone to my chest. "Ally? Can he come over now?"

"Yeah. Tell him not to mind the mess. We really have to clean all this up."

"Hah. Yeah."

"She said you can."

"YAY."

I shook my head.

"Are you coming over right now?"

"Sweetheart, I am already there."

Sure enough, our door bell rang.

Aunt Ally darted in front of me to get the door. Man, she can be fast but also embarrassing. My last boyfriend, Derek loved her because she was honest with him, about me.

She opened the door and Jackson shook her hand and she took out a photo of me in the bathtub with a bunch of shampoo and conditioner everywhere.

I slapped my face. "OH GAWD. Not THAT picture."

This was gonna be a longggggg Saturday. 



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