Letters to the boy who lives across | S.JY (Prologue)
Pairing: Jake Sim x female reader
Genre: fluff, romcom (attempt at comedy but the romance is there) Jake is "perfect" in the reader's pov, reader is clumsy (sometimes)
Warnings: I'm not that fluent in english so grammar may be off at times huhu i'm sorry
Summary: Having to live with your stepdad was not easy. Everything was new to you and for you, being in a new place was not good. You miss your friends in your old subdivision, in your old school, you miss your dad. But you love your mom so much that you can’t disobey her, even if you don’t like her having a new husband. You never thought that you'd meet anyone in your new subdivision, as it was really quiet, and no one seems to leave their homes. Not until you had an encounter with a cute guy that lives across from you. Days passed by, you could only observe him from afar. So you decided to write your feelings into letters. Those feelings were not necessarily romantic, but it started as a form of admiration. Of course, you would never let him know that you wrote him letters, that would be embarrassing. Not until she lost the bottle she put her letters in. Luck was never on your side as one day, the guy you write letters for is now in front of your house, a bottle in his hand. “Uhhh, did you read anything?” you asked.
You scrambled through your messy room as you look for the glass bottle with pink rolled papers in it. "Where the fuck is that bottle!" you mentally screamed as you try your best not to make any noise that would concern your mom and your stepdad who were downstairs making breakfast.
What's so important about that bottle you may ask? Well it only contains approximately 20-30 letters that you wrote about the boy who lives across your house, whose name was Jake Sim. He goes to the same high school as you, your classmate as well, which makes it a lot easier for you to see him everyday. Which on the contrary, makes it harder for you to sort out your developing feelings for him.
Hence, the decision to write letters for him that contains your emotions, feelings, and a lot of things you wanted to say.
This was the only way for you to talk about your emotions since you don't really have anyone to open up to, and you feel that whatever this is you're going through isn't that deep. SO that's why you wrote those letters that will be NEVER sent to him.
But that might not be the case.
"Hey, honey!" you hear your mom shout from downstairs. "Can you take out the trash for me? Please."
Being the good daughter that you are, you obeyed your mother and hurriedly took care of the trash. But before going outside, you asked "Hey mom, have you seen a glass bottle laying around the house? The one filled with paper?"
"Hmm, not really... Why? Do you need a bottle?" she answered. You shook your head "No, it's nothing. Thanks though."
You opened the door and took the trash outside, but before you can completely step out of your house, a tall, brown haired boy was standing in front of you. To further describe him in detail, he was wearing a yellowish-brown colored flannel, black jeans, with a pair of sneakers, a backpack over his right shoulder, a bottle on his left hand.
A glass bottle to be exact, filled with pieces of pink paper, folded into little squares.
Oh my god you thought. oh my god indeed because the boy in front of you was none other than the boy himself, Jake Sim.
"Hey! Um, I think this may be yours..." He hands you the glass bottle and you shakily accepted them, but before you were able to full retrieve the bottle, you dropped it as you made contact with his hand. "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" You hurriedly pick up the glass pieces shattered on the floor and tried to clean up but another unfortunate event, you felt a bit of blood ooze out from your finger as you had cut yourself from picking up the glass.
Jake hurriedly went over to you and held your hand. "I have a first aid kit with me, let me help you." You were about to refuse but he was quick to get the kit from his bag, and its not like you can move away as he held your hand tightly. He placed a band aid on your finger and offered to help you clean up.
After cleaning the shattered glass on your porch and collecting the pink paper that fell with it, both you and Jake were standing awkwardly, trashbag in your hand.
You faked a cough, trying to initiate a conversation. "So uhhh, Did you read anything?" you asked. He looked at you for a moment before shyly looking away. "Uhh, I-" But before he could answer, two other boys were shouting his name. "JAKEYY!! LET'S GO! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR PRACTICE!!"
He looks back at his friends who were in the car, before turning back to you. "I'm sorry, I have to go, I have basketball practice!" But before he full leaves you, he spoke "Oh and I didn't read anything." You sighed out of relief.
"Okay, I'm sorry that was a complete lie. I read one. I'm sorry."
It's been a while since my last fic that's why I decided to post this one! I'm sorry for being MIA. I hope you guys enjoy the fic! Please reblog and like if you like it!!! I'm also open for feedback and I appreciate your comments and feedback! Thank you!
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