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10 ⇢ you're good at giving hugs

❝You can read a lot about a person by their features and what they do with them, but, getting to know someone; who they really are, takes time.❞
- Tarryn Fisher

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Dedicated to jenziestoriesxo because she always leaves nice comments on my chapters ♡

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Mackenzie Ziegler

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"I'm home!" I hear Maddie's voice yell out as she walks down our marble hallway in heels.

"I'm in the kitchen!" I yell back.

Her feet change path and she walks into the room, eyes resting on me at the bench– absolutely surrounded by homework and papers. Her eyebrows rise.

"Have you been studying?" She asks.

"Have you been kissing?" I reflect back, noticing her puffy lips and messed up hair. When she blushes, it confirms my theory.

"Jack?" I ask again.

"Chemistry?" She questions, obviously trying to change the subject.

"Maddie." I warn in a lower voice, and she lets out a dramatic sigh.

"Fine– Jack, dinner, empty parking lot... you know the rest."

"Maddie Ziegler!" I gasp, letting out a whistle and following her into the lounge. We both plop into seats.

Maddie smiles then, looking mischievous. "I ran into Lauren today."

I gulp. This can't be good.

"She told me, that you and Johnny have a thing now. Is that correct?"

"Maybe." I stutter, and then regain my voice. "I like him."

"Is he taking you on a date of some sorts?"

"Yeah?" I say quietly, realising I forgot to tell her.

"I have to meet him." She states incredulously. "Just because our father isn't home all the time doesn't mean you don't have one– I am your father."

At the last statement I burst out into a fit of giggles. "Okay, okay."

She chews her lip. "So you'll invite him around?"

"What, now?" I question.

"Preferably."

"He could be busy!" I challenge.

"Ask him anyway!" She yells as she walks out of the room, smoothing out her dress as she goes.

Sighing a little and trying not to feel nervous, I pick up my phone off the counter and bring up facetime. After around about a minute of calling, I'm about to give up when he answers. The line connects, and suddenly I'm met with a shirtless and very wet looking Johnny.