𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐨 ✾ (𝐣. 𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨)

ELEVEN !

UN POCO LOCO !

I turned the corner of my street, the GPS on my phone already signaling that i had reached my destination. who knew johnny lived so close to me?

relief flooded me when a familiar face opened the door, after i rung the doorbell. "gwen! do you have the giraffe?"

i looked in my hand, "will this stuffed duck work? i mean, i thought if it didn't, his cuteness will boost our grade."

the statement forced a goofy grin on the boy, "yes, i'm sure the duck will work. now come in, you're probably getting cold," he took note of my red-tinted nose and ears.

"thanks. nice house, by the way. you live really close to me, but in the rich part of our neighborhood," i chuckled, taking in every bit of fresh decorations i could possibly observe.

"rich side? nah. big houses don't always mean big money," he shrugged, leading me up the L shaped staircase and into his room.

his bedroom was small, but cozy. the walls were a light red, looked almost as if they were painted with watercolors. his queen sized bed was placed neatly made under a huge window, two wall shelves on either side of it. random memories and gadgets cluttered each shelf. one had two trophies and dozens of medals, and a shiny, miniature basketball on a shiny, brown stand to match it. the one below it had various photo frames of many different people in them, most filled with him and lauren or some other girls who i'm pretty sure were his older sisters.

the top shelf on the right side of the window had a huge collection of cologne, a tiny magnetic globe that floated under a magnetic stand, and a circular mirror on a metal stand. below that was the messiest of them all, filled with electronics i couldn't even name, and a cube that lit up in several bright colors.

"sorry, it's messy," he scratched his neck, scooting his duffel bag closer to his closet.

"messy? are you shitting me? you should see my room, it looks like hurricane tortilla hit it," i joked, pronouncing the word tortilla wrong, like the vine.

"oh, so you want me in your room?" he raised his eyebrows.

"shut up," i blushed, "i did not mean it that way. plu-"

"i'm kidding! i'm kidding. if i could just find my scissors, we can do some surgery on this duck and stick an egg in it," he said, digging through a drawer in his nightstand. "ah, here we go." he held up the scissors dangerously close to my face.

"woah there, orlando. wasn't prepared to be wounded tonight," i took the scissors from his hand, setting them on his bed. my attention immediately flipped from the project, to the large, flat roof outside of his window.

"no way. you have a cool roof! can we work out there, please, please?" i begged, looking back and forth from outside to the boy in front of me.

a small laugh left his mouth, "it's the middle of december, dude."

"pft, don't be a pussy. it's like, what, forty degrees out? it's northern california, not alaska," i grinned, sliding his window open without his permission.

"whatever, let's just get hypothermia, then."

"bitch, i lived in chicago for like three years. when they complain about cold, it's like three degrees. i think we can handle it."

"hey, don't cuss out there! gladys is innocent, and she might hear you..." he trailed off and scratched his elbow, looking at his feet, realizing the fact that his softness jumped out.

i giggled, "who's gladys?"

"my neighbor. it's nothing, let's just start the project, shall we?"

"indeed we shall," i smiled successfully as i watched the boy climb out of his window.

KARLEIGH SPEAKS !
next chapter gonna be cute watch out 🤩