*Reader POV*

I wake up to my alarm, like always. Well, "wake up" isn't really the right way to put it. I turn off my phone and smack my alarm forcefully.

I stretch, and wriggle my way over to the other side of my bed. After a scrabble with the outlet, I manage to to extract the charger from the wall, and my phone with it. I feel immensely relieved to be free from the tether that kept me less than a meter from my outlet.

Had I slept at all? No!

Did I have a conversation with an adorable boy who I met yesterday and then promptly kissed on a street corner? Yes!

Am I still thinking about him? Yes.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

It's Saturday, meaning that my dad's working the weekend shift for extra cash, and my brother will be "studying" with Michael and some other friends. He said they were going to be in the basement all day.

Weed, guys. He's smoking weed.

Sometimes having a brother who spends ninety five percent of his time doing drugs has it's perks.

Like now, because I get the car.

After a painstaking half hour, I find myself presentable enough to leave the house. I grab a ten from my brother's money clip, knowing he'll chalk it up to the weed cost, and coast out the door.

Where my car usually sits, I instead find an empty patch of asphalt.

"Arghhhhhhhhhh! Asher if you took my fucking car!" I say, storming into the house.

Instead the scent of weed permeating the house, the air smells of cedar wood and cleaner.

"What the hell?" My friend of eleven years sidles in through the back door of my house. I wasn't even aware that he was here. Apparently he's not alone either. As soon as he's inside, a few more people trickle in. There's a pile of planks on the deck, and Asher is carrying a hammer. There's a nail in his mouth. I see my car, the car that I bought and have kept in pristine condition, filled with rotten planks in the back yard.

"What are you doing? And more importantly, what the hell do you think you're doing with my car?"

Asher shrugs.

"Your dad's paying me to fix the railing on the deck," He says, pointing a thumb behind him.

"Besides, we needed a place for the new wood, and nobody else had a car!" He tells me, like this is a justifiable reason to fill my car with splinters.

"Take the wood out of my car now, before I smack you into oblivion. There better not be a single sliver of wood in there when you're done Asher."

My best friend throws his hands up in surrender, and leads everyone traipsing out the door.

Think poorly of me all you want, but it's my car. I don't hate Ash, but my god is he annoying sometimes.

I grab my phone from my pocket and open it. Mercutio hasn't said anything, much to my disappointment.

However, a part of me understands that he's probably stuck with Romeo.

That boy, honestly, what a basket case. He needs to get it together, and stop getting hung up on girls he's just met.

I tap out a simple message, delete it, and write another one.

Y/N: Morning, sunshine.

Mercutio is typing. And I'm scared.

There's no reason to be, he's a nice guy. But I am. Because he could just want to have sex with me and then run away.

Just like someone else.

'Tio: G'morning honey. What's up? I'm not used to waking up to texts from wonderful people. ;)

Jesus, he's flirty. How am I supposed to deal with this? I'm not good at this.

Y/N: Well, you should get used to it, Wordplay. I plan on sticking around for a while.

Maybe that was too far. I mean, he doesn't seem like a bad guy, but still!

'Tio: You sure about that? 'Cause I REALLY could get used to this. It's a nice way to wake up. Although, waking up next to you would be better.

And Fuck with a capital F. I'm floored. I don't have anything to say to that. I said one mildly flirty thing, and now I'm all out of material.

Y/N: Maybe later, Firecracker. We'll see.

Mercutio sends a smiley face, and then tells me that he has to get Romeo back home. I bid him goodbye, and then send one last text.

Y/N: Do you want to hang out later? Maybe watch a movie?

He doesn't see it, leading me to believe that he's turned his phone off.

We'll just have to wait and see.

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Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while, I was at camp and it was AMAZING! I know it sounds cliché, but it's like my second home.

Alright, back to the book.

Feel free to give me feedback or anything.

Also, a question.

Should I make a one-shot book or not?

Alright, goodbye humans!