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she sings in the morning (jaime)

jaime's pov

she sings every morning. i hear her, never see her. is she just a figment of my imagination? nobody else ever mentions her, and no girl on my street looks like the mysterious singing lady. there is one house on my street i haven't seen who's living in yet. right next door, a black car in the driveway and pumpkins on the front porch. who lives there now, love?

i'm not a stalker, i swear. all i did was get up early to listen to her sing, and look out my window to see if i could catch a glimpse of her. and i did. she had long brown hair and fair skin. she wore a big t shirt and a pair of sweatpants, which i assume were her pajamas. she sang a lovely rendition of 'hey there delilah' with her beautiful soprano voice. i was mesmerized. luckily, i closed my curtains before she could see me watching her. the last thing i want to do is make this girl think i'm a peeping tom.

nobody goes and knocks on their neighbor's doors and greets them for no reason, that's weird. come to think of it, who even talks to their neighbors anymore? i mean, i get it if it's just a quick hello when you're getting the mail or throwing a ball back to their yard, but other than that, is there any real reason to interact with your neighbors anymore? how the fuck am i gonna get to know this girl if i can barely bring myself to order in the drive thru at taco bell? c'mon, jaime. think!

oh, i got it! what if i sing along with her a bit tomorrow morning? that is, if i even know the song. i probably will. hime-time's got great music taste.

i got up at sunrise the next morning and chugged a couple glasses of water and warmed up the ol' vocal chords. i dicked around on my phone by my window until i heard her balcony door open, and sure enough, there she was. i saw her standing there. her long brown hair glimmered in the golden sunlight, along with her hazel eyes. she wore a pair of fuzzy socks and a huge t shirt. she tossed her hair over her shoulder, and then began to sing her own rendition of kissing in cars. hey, i wrote that song! she knows it! i quietly opened my window and began singing along with her.

"more than once, so i'll keep on trying
oh god, don't let me be the only one who says..."

she didn't stop. she looked over at me and smiled, and we kept going until we reached the end of the song.

"hey.. you noticed?" she said. our balconies were relatively close. i nodded and smiled.

"i'm y/n. and you're jaime." she giggled.

"fan or just simply neighbor who happens to know my name?" i asked, leaning on my balcony edge. she smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"both. well, not crazy neurotic stalker fan. just... a fan. i didn't know you lived here until a couple weeks ago. i was getting my mail when i saw you. and i'm sure you've noticed my daily morning singing." she said. she was very calm and collected.

"oh yeah, i have. it's beautiful. i thought i'd join in today just so you'd notice me. i only just figured out what you looked like yesterday." i ran a hand through my messy hair. she chuckled and smiled.

"what do you say, instead of just talking from our balconies, we go out for coffee sometime?" she said. she's very confident and sure of herself, i love it. i nodded and smiled at her, as to let her know it's a yes from me. she giggled.

"see you at starbucks tomorrow. noon. we'll talk more then. but for now, i'm going back to sleep. a bitch needs her rest. lovely talking to you, jaime." she said right before waving goodbye and closing her balcony door and curtains. i did the same and smiled to myself.

i did it.