John was wearing his fav sweater, a light yellow one that gave off aesthetic vibes.

The sleeves were floopy, and it was 2 sizes to big. Just the way he liked them. The blonde haired boy pranced around the small kitchen like a kid, dancing in his socks which had little stars on them.

All i am, is a man i want the world in my hands.

And of course, he was singing his most fav song,

At fucking 4 in the morning.

Lets just say, most people who lived next door often moved out or complained alot about his actions.

He didn't give a fuck.

I hate the beach, but i stand, in California with my toes in the sand

With the sleeves of my sweater, lets have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered

He spinned around and was just having a small moment to himself, where nothing could let him down and he sung his worries away.

Something he wish could happen in real life.

Touch my neck, and I'll touch yours

You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

She knows what i think about

And what i think about, is one love, two mouths, one love one house.

No shirt, no blouse.

Just us, you find out

Nothing that i wouldn't tell you about, No

Cause its to cold whoa for you here

And now so let me hold whoa

Both of your hands, in the holes of my sweater.

John stopped singing, and yawned.

"That's enough for now, time for me to hit the haystack." He ran and slid down the small hall to his room.

The room was decorated with fairy lights and a big bed full of soft plushies and pillows with blankets galore. He jumped onto it, and buried himself in stuffed animals.

"GOOD NIGHT!"  He yelled out, even though it was morning already.

"Time to sleep till 2 now." He said, and snuggled into the turtle plushie before drifting off to sleep.

"Good night." A certain boy next door whispered, who happen to love the blonde boy who stayed up singing till 4 am.

"I love you." And him to, went to sleep knowing the kid was to.