(rewrite) lost // m.f

1 - y/n

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"mom! i need your help!"

"yes?" i hear a familiar voice flood up the stairs and into my room. i turn, holding up two casual outfits In both hands, with a bright smile spread across my shaded lips. mom raises her eyebrows, waiting for my request. "which one should i wear to work?"

first, she eyes the outfit with short jean shorts and a black crop top. then she turns to the pair of clothes with a tank top and skinny jeans. she nods once towards the second choice, not saying a word.

"come on! this ones cute" i flip the first outfit around to me and look at the shorts and skimpy top. i soon start to understand why mom chose the other one. "okay fine." i give up, starting to undress my body.

one by one i slide on my shirt and jean shorts, fixing my hair into a messy bun. as i began to tie the band around my loose hair, I'm interrupted by the doorbell. mom steps to the door, "ill get it!" i yell, running past her and down the stairs, skipping two at a time.

i finish tying my hair up and i grab the doorknob, swinging the door open. my eyes meet with a middle aged man, with dark brown eyes. "hi," i start, cocking my head lightly to the side.

"uh, sorry wrong house." he hangs his head low, chuckling awkwardly. "are you looking for ms. l/n?" i politely ask. "perhaps you have the right house because I'm her daughter" i grin.

"ah, yes, sorry. i was just coming to drop this off. i live down the street. I'm guessing you just moved here?" he motions towards the boxes as he hands me an envelope. "you work with my mom, yes?" i completely ignore his question. "ah, she works with my mother." he chuckles. "cool!"

"ill just give this to my mom later, she's busy." i lie, only wanting an excuse to speak to mark longer. "ah, okay, thanks." he cracks a small polite smile as i set the envelope next to the door onto a small casual desk.

"where are you heading off to?" mark scans my outfit, then meets my eyes again. "work. i was actually going to call in sick. i can always go tomorrow. Al would cover my shift." i mutter the last few words to myself, almost contemplating the sentence. "i mean, if you want to hang out." i shoot my gaze up to mark, cocking my head softly to the side.

"yeah, sure!" his lips softly formed into a small smile, cute but powerful, definitely. "my mom doesn't have to know." i chuckle, slipping shoes over my feet, and shutting the door behind me. i grab marks hand and he leads me to his house. "we can hang at my place." he adds, halfway to the location.

"sounds good." i start to skip across the pavement underneath my heals. 

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ok so this is short but i have writers block so ;-;

yes ik this is based on another book but i don't want it to recreate it completely lmao.

again, I'm busy and don't have access to much internet to devices so slow updates!

adios!

-jackson yo