Hey, readers. I don't really feel like writing much about myself. So, I'll just tell you that this is a Ned/Moze fanfic and that I hope there will be at least one person that enjoys reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Disclaimer: Ned's Declassified is not mine.

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"Intro"

Ned watched as Moze breathed in and out deeply. It was the summer, and the summer was terribly hot. Ned was in nothing but his shorts as he sat up in the clear darkness of the night. The light of the moon extended through the opened window and onto the blanket spread out on the floor. Moze lied there on her stomach with nothing but her sports bra and shorts. The thin blanket they shared covered up to her lower back. This was an innocent sleepover. It wasn't like it was unusual. They always walked in and out of each other's houses liked they owned the place.

Ned lied back down and placed his hand on her back. He adjusted himself, as she turned to lie on her side, so that they were both facing the same way in order for his arms to wrap around her. He pressed his chin to the back of her head and breathed her in. Adjusting his body, he lowered his head and carefully rested it on top of hers so that his chin was just above her shoulder. He reluctantly kept his position not wanting to squish her head with his possibly heavy one, but she didn't seem to be bothered at all by their position. He closed his eyes as they both breathed in almost the exact same pattern.

"I love you," he said as he whispered into her ear and did not fall asleep until the sound of their inhales and exhales became one.

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I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home

~Iron&Wine