"Dear Jackson, I want you." "Dear Jackson, I need you." "Dear Jackson, I love you." "Dear Jackson, do you want, need, and love me?" Read my fan fiction "Dear Jackson" to go into the emotions and tension between two best friends BamBam and Jackson. First it was a secret, then it was a problem, finally, it was a change.

Quentin has had his eye on Baylee for a while now. He is done running from his feelings. He is done caring about the age gap between them. He is done being just 'friends'. He refuses to sit back and allow her to date anyone else. He is ready to claim her as his woman, as his lover, and his partner.But first, he will have to prove that he will have to convince her to let down her guard. Baylee is not your typical girl. She has plans that don't include falling in love anytime soon. Her heart is set firmly on one thing- dancing. Besides, she isn't so sure about this love thing. How could she be? She has never been in love. But,what happens when Quentin changes the beat of her heart? Does she resist or does she dance with him to the mutual rhythm of both their hearts? What happens when they face challenges from outside influences? Do they give in or do they fight for their newly found love?

"The stars are really pretty tonight," she said without even looking at me. I quickly glanced at the sky before my gaze was once again drawn to the person in front of me. "What are you doing?" I asked cautiously. "Isn't it kinda obvious? I'm watching the stars." The breeze gently blew the leaves around us. The shadows they created danced across her face when she looked at me. That's when I realized how pretty she actually was. "Do I know you?" I questioned her carefully. I still had no idea what she was doing in my backyard. She once again leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree, closing her eyes, before answering, "Don't think so." "Do you know me?" "Nope." I had no idea why the fact that she had just been caught in some stranger's backyard didn't faze her at all. Most people didn't randomly show up on other people's properties without an invite and when they did, it would technically be considered trespassing. But she didn't seem the slightest bit worried that I might call the police. "Then, uh, why are you in my tree house?" The Summer of June belongs to @stellamaen ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.