Y/n pov.
It was our first night here and I was already fed up with our neighbors. I was on a vacation with my best friends for spring break in Miami. Sure, I knew spring break was when people supposedly "had the time of their lives", But did they really have to be playing loud music and screaming all night ? And what's even worse is that we weren't In a hotel! We were at my friends beach house! From what she had told me, some boy with the last name Gilinsky owned the place. Her description of him made him sound incredibly hot, but he probably wasn't.
"Can you just tell them to shut up, please?" I asked for maybe the hundredth time.
"Y/n, if you're so set on it, you go tell them to shut up." I huffed and stood up.
"Fine!"
I walked over to their house, which was blasting with music. I walked up the steps and knocked on the door. Nobody answered, they probably couldn't even hear me, So I started to ring the doorbell. "God, what in the hell do you want?" A boy asked when he swung the door open. "I want you to shut up! Can you turn the music down a little? Thanks!" He raised an eyebrow at me. "And who are you?" I crossed my arms, "Y/n, I'm staying next door for a week. You are?" He smirked "Jack Gilinsky"
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spring break
Fanfictionyou know you had fun when you can't tell your parents what you did.
