Last Summer | A Jenzie fan fiction

Prologue🌟🔥

A/N: My first Jenzie Fanfiction so eat with me. This book will contain fluff from real life and basically all of Johns songs written about Kenzie. The song above as you all probably already know is the song that inspired the book. Listen to the lyrics as you read the chapter.

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Prologue
Mackenzie

Getting a boyfriends was never a goal of mine, neither was falling in love with a boy that I had only known for three weeks.

I guess it all started when my sister, my mother and I all went to Hawaii. It was break I guess. From all of the training, from the gossip and most of all the show.

Around nine years ago my elder sister, Maddie and I got recruited along with our mother to star in a reality TV show called Dance Moms.

It was fun for a while but this year we quit. As if it wasn't enough that we had to enter a dance competition every week, we also had to deal with people knowing everything about us.

It was all too much.

So starting from this year, Maddie and I are moving to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and starting over. Well, she is at least. We'll both be going to the same High School but I'll still join a dance team. She however wants nothing to do with it. I guess the show kind of ruined it for her.

So back to the reason why my entire life went downhill. I was sixteen, and Maddie was eighteen. She was the kind of sister who tried so hard to be the best. The best dancer, the best sister, the best daughter.

I guess that's part of the reason why I snuck out of our hotel room that night. I can't really give you an explanation on the rest of my reason though.

I guess I just wanted experience. Being homeschooled your whole life and becoming a dancer at a young age didn't really leave any room in my life for being an actual teenager.

And I wanted to make the most of my freedom before I had to go to prison, AKA HazelHurst High School.

That night I dressed up in an off shoulder top with some shorts. I had carefully opened the door and gone to the beach.

Sitting on the shoreline was a boy. He had light brown hair and broad shoulders. That was all I could tell from his silhouette.

When I got closer, almost next to him, the first thing I noticed that he had a six pack. I could practically hear Maddie laughing in head at the fact that that was first thing I noticed about him.

And then he looked at me. And damn if his eyes weren't completely mesmerizing. They were a very light color. Close to aqua blue. They reminded me of the ocean, with all the emotions that passed through them, it looked as if they were waves.

I was drawn out of my haze when I heard his throaty laugh. Oh God, had I been staring at him. I humiliatingly cast my eyes down to avoid his eyes in embarrassment.

"I asked what your name was?"

The sound of his voice was music to my ears. "Mackenzie" I awnsered coyly, and then I added, " but all my friends call me Mack"

He grinned boyishly, "well then I guess I'll call you Kenz".

I blush idiotically at his use of my old nickname. Thats what my father calls me. What he used to call me, before he died last year.

It became a trigger for me and soon everone learned to call me by my new nickname. It felt weird to hear someone call me that again, after all this time.

But it also felt nice. Like a breath of fresh air. I gave him a flustered smile and went to sit next to him. I noticed he was wearing a swimsuit, and I finally understood why he was shirtless, although it didn't really question it before to begin with.

We talked that whole night. I found out his name was Johnny Orlando. He found out my full name was Mackenzie Ziegler. He found out I had an elder sister. I found out he had a sister Maddie's age and a twin sister my age, making both of us the same age.

It went on like that forever. I hung out with him almost everyday after that. We would hang out at the beach at night, him playing the songs he writes, and him singing along to them, and in the mornings we would take long walks.

Eventually we became more than friends. It didn't really come as a surprise though. We both new we liked each other. I just new it before him.

We kissed, we danced, we went to parties together, hell! I had my first drink with him! And after that I had my first time with him. Yeah, I gave him my virginity.

So you can imagine how much it hurt when we left. He gave me his number and I gave him mine. We called each other everyday for a week, but it still hurt that he never told me where he lived.