"I just showered," I whined, sitting up anyway. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants over my shorts and fished some socks from my drawer, pulling them on before shoving my feet into my vans. I grabbed my sweatshirt, pushing the phone into its big pocket. I was sixteen, I could go out at night. Besides, it was with a guy. My parents wouldn't think twice about it if they found out. I went downstairs, realizing they still weren't home. I guess they had stuff to do or something. I shrugged, letting myself out the front door and pocketing the key, making the door was locked. I saw Jonah leaving his window. He had to sneak out? Huh.
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