THE BADBOY NEXT DOOR (completed)

Home of the Bad Boy

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After a time, Jake offered to walk me home, and said that I could stop by his place quickly to have some cheesecake that Kurt had made.

Of course I didn't decline.

We walked home. We talked and joked and I told him all about how I'd started reading his diary much to his embarrassment.

Eventually we made it back to his place, however as we walked up the driveway towards his front door, we could hear the faint beat of music coming from inside the house. Strange.

Jake and I shared a confused look and he shrugged, "It's probably just Dawn."

He took out his keys and unlocked the front door, and gestured for me to walk inside, holding the door open for me. I stepped inside the house, Jake following shortly behind me, and we both looked up to see a legendary sight.

"Well milk my tits and call me a Sheila," Jake scoffed at our surroundings.

"Flip my noodle and call me a doodle," I added.

Jake and I spoke at the exact same time, causing us to give each other equally weirded out and amused looks, and he shot me a quick wink.

Before us, the house was trashed. Bottles and glasses were everywhere all across the house and silly string covered the vast majority of furniture. "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas was pumping through the speakers, which I hadn't even known Jake owned.

In the living room Shayla was lying vertically on the sofa. One leg hanging over the top and the other sprawled out sideways. Her head hung upside down off the bottom and she had a shot glass in hand. She was shouting and cheering and wiggling her heaps to the beat of the music.

On the other side of the room stood a woman whom I'd never seen before. She looked around Shayla's age and she had blonde hair that had just passed her shoulders. I'm sure she would have been very pretty if it weren't for her smudged up makeup and wine stained clothes. She had two wine bottles, one in each hand and was taking turns at taking swigs from each. She too was cheering and swaying from side to side to the rhythm.

In the middle of the living room there was a brown wooden coffee table. It would have looked rather elegant if it weren't for the figure who was dancing quite seductively on top of it.

That figure was Dawn.

She shook her bright pink hair wildly and pulled out moves I don't even think I could do in my dreams. One minute she was twerking and then the next she was doing a high kick and landing in the splits.

How is that even possible?!

"Mommm! You are a fox!!" Shayla slurred out from the sofa.

"Work it Dawnster!" The other blonde woman shouted holding both wine bottles high in the air.

"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got swing," Dawn cheered back as she danced, barely even breathless yet.

Jake sighed besides me. "We should probably stop them."

"But it's so.damn.funny!" I giggled softly.

Dawn's eyes finally met ours and she let out a high pitched cheer, which was then mirrored by Shayla and the other woman.

"Look who just walked in the house!! Jake Danger Anderson and his unofficial girlfriend!!! Whoop whoop! No offence but you're a bit late to the party," she said jumping down from the table.

"We're just friends," Jake and I said at the exact same time, making Dawn smirk a little.

"Whateverrrr," Dawn said.