"Beep"
"Beep"
"Beep"
Crap.
who's idea was it to get up at a reasonable time?
The clock reads 7:30am, I should get moving, I want to get a quick jog in. My body must be in tip-top shape for this audition.
I reached for my phone to check any notifications.
1 new friend request
Oh, whos this.
"Myles barkley" doesn't ring a bell...
Who the hell is this, I clicked on his profile.
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY BLESSED SHIT
its sexy corner store boy.
ITS REALLY HIM.
Wait.
How did he find me?
I accepted it.
I clicked on his profile, I needed to stalk him a bit before I left...
From New Kensington PA
20 years old
Single
Dancer
HOLD UP.
Dancer? Yup, decision made, hes officially my husband.
I turned my phone off. We don't need any distractions whenever we are trying to get everything together. But he's so hot...I got out of bed, ate my breakfast, and headed out the door for my morning jog.
I ran for about 20 minutes, just taking in the scenery of the morning City. I loved watching all these people like they're robots doing the same thing every single day.
I stopped at a water fountain, I forgot my water bottle. Idot. I hate drinking out of public fountains. So unsanitary.
I pulled pull my hair into a high ponytail in fear of getting it wet. As I drank for a few seconds I abruptly heard chuckling that disrupted my thoughts, I nearly shit myself.
I jolted upright looking for the culprit, coming face to face with the devil hinself.
"Thirsty huh"
Oh.my.god
"Jackson?" I said baffled
"Hey, pretty" he reaponded with a sly smile
Oh, fuck my life.
YOU ARE READING
May I have this Dance?
Ficção Adolescente" I laid in bed, for hours in the dark, at night, thinking about all the things I fucked up in my life." Then I laughed.
