*rinng* my phone rang. "John texted me..."
"Carly, I'm in ur yard. Look out ur window," it said.
I peeked out and John was standing there. "John!", I whisper-shouted.
"Yes. It is I, your beloved, John," he joked. "Now let down that beautiful hair of yours."
"Oh John!", I laughed.
"Or probably just a ladder," John answered.
I laughed. I dropped my stretchable ladder that I had hidden and kept for stuff like this to happen down my window.