Y/n's P.O.V.
I lay in my bed, wide awake, looking at the ceiling. After minutes of contemplating, I made my way over to my window. I stared up at the night sky, admiring its beauty.
"Y/n, why are you still awake?" I heard a familar voice ask.
I mouthed, can't sleep, and waited for a reply from him. Instead of answering, Weston made his way over to my window, and came in, flopping on my bedroom floor.
"Weston!" I laughed, helping him up.
"Y/n!" he hugged me. "It's two in the morning, why are you still awake? Were you watching Daddy Jacum again? Did you hear his new song Sweatshirt? It's soooo-"
I cut him off before he could say anything else about Jacob. "No," I chuckled.
"Then what were you doing?" Weston smirked.
"I'm just not tired yet," I whispered, making sure not to wake my parents up.
Weston grabbed my computer, and ran to join me under my covers like we used to when we were toddlers. "Let's watch Shane Dawson!"
We both laughed at his youtube videos for an hour or two until we were both tired. I cuddled up to my pillow, and watched as Weston did the same. We took some snapchats and instagram stories before settling down.
"I love you, Weston," I mumbled, closing my eyes to drift off.
"I love you too, y/n," he laughed, "but not as much as I love my daddy, Jacob."
"Oh, shut up," I said before falling asleep.
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A/n:
stupid... i know😂
