Being scolded for a silly little crush was nonsense… Especially since Jack had no idea who you were, and you didn’t think he even wanted to know. It was so tragic to you, even if he did know you, he probably thought you were a kid due to you still living with your parents.

You lived across from him and his three other brothers in Detroit, Michigan. It’s pretty fucking dangerous here, so your parents were quite protective of you. They always warn you to be vigilant and warning you to not trust anyone they didn’t introduce to you. They were just worried about your safety, of course.

It wasn’t every day you ran into men like Jack, he was simply your neighbor… But, he was creative with that acoustic guitar of his and his smile was to die for.

He always was seen smoking a cigarette on the porch, listening to his music and minding his own fucking business. The only thing you could really do is watch with enamored eyes from your bedroom window.

Jack was just… Perfect. You certainly had your sights on him, anything he did was absolutely mesmerizing… God, especially that deep voice you hear every time he’s calling for his older brothers.

Unfortunately he’s never noticed you before, so you plot ways to grab his attention without your parents flipping a fucking gasket—which totally won’t be hard at all(sarcasm)—… So your plan was simple, you just wait.

It was late, you were left walking home by yourself from work. It was a cold chilly night and the stars were twinkling beautifully, which is a shock for Detroit.

“Aw shit…” Jacks deep voice muttered from across the street, tapping the empty cigarette carton on the palm of his hand. “Bobby we’re out of cigs.”

Now’s your chance, cmon talk to him. You can do it.

Also… Remember, parents ain’t always right.