My Mister, in love
That little brat I met in college,
and the high school kid I'd forgotten about, who had just moved in, seemed familiar.
"He's not even a punk, judging by his outfit..."
I didn't like him, but I ignored him without much suspicion. The next day, I opened the package and found some unsolicited adult products.
"It's a wrong delivery," I said, opening my eyes to ask. When I looked at the address, it was a package from the high school kid next door who had just moved in yesterday.
"What the hell is th
