All my stories are female reader pov. Unless specified.
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I don't write smut, I'm just not good at it
Trigger Warnings:
-violence/abuse
-self-harm/ hatred
- language
- depression
I stand up from my desk, stretching and moving my neck around, releaving my body of the stress that I've been building up. It's been a long weekend of studying for my final exams....two more test and I'll finally be a vet. I decided that I should take a break and try to salvage my Sunday afternoon. I grab a leash, connect it to my dog, Boxer, and we head toward the park.
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After about twenty minutes of watching him play in the gated area, I notice another guy show up with a small Boston terrier. And might I say the fellow dog-lover looks quite handsome and familiar too.
He was wearing black jeans and a black Pantera shirt...' Well whoever he is, he's got good taste in music' I thought to myself as I focus my attention back to Boxer. A few minutes later, I feel a slight pain in my leg and look down to notice a black frisbee at my feet. Boxer noticed it too, and took off with it.
" Boxer, come back here!" I yell. Then I get up from the bench to follow him toward the man in black.
" well hey there cutie" the man says, kneeling down to pet Boxer. " what's his name?" He ask standing back up and looking at me. It's only then that I realized who he is.....Jake Pitts, guitarist of one of my favorite bands. I finally shake out of my thoughts and notice him smirking at the fact I was staring.
" oh, sorry, his name is Boxer " I state while trying to hide my blush behind my dark hair.
" nice name, it suits him. And what would your name be?" He ask while reaching toward me to brush my hair behind my ear
"Y/N" I say, blushing redder, it that's possible
"Well, that suits you, too. I'm Jake. Are you thirsty? I got some drinks in my bag". He says gesturing to a backpack laying on a blanket by the fence.
I nod and follow him over to it. He hands me a Monster and taps a spot next to him. I sit down and thank him.
" nice shirt" I comment
" really? Thanks, I haven't met many people who know who they are." He replys
I began to feel more comfortable talking to him, as if he was a friend I've known forever, not a rock star.
" yeah, I've got a strange tastes in music, at least according to my parents. Hope you're not offended, but that includes your band. " I say smiling at him.
He smiles back at me. " oh no, you not a crazy fangirl are you?" He ask, faking a scared look.
" yes actually, I was planning on kidnapping you later, but you hit me with a frisbee. " I reply jokingly
We both bust out laughing. " sorry bout that"
" that's cool "
We continued talking for hours. Talking about dogs, music, and my classes. I hadn't even realized that the sun had already set, and I had exams early in the morning. Jake sweetly offered to walk me and Boxer home.
When we got to my door, I opened it, letting Boxer run inside. Jake then handed me his phone and we exchanged numbers, agreeing to meet at his house tomorrow afternoon.
He wished me good luck on my test and leaned in to kiss my cheek.
" you missed" I stated with a giggle. I then leaned into him, and our lips met. He then pulled away and smiled, then hugged me, saying goodbye.
" I'll see you tomorrow?" he said almost like a question
" if you're lucky" I reply with a smirk, before walking in and closing my door.
