neighbor scara

scaramouche is the boy next door, your neighbor. you moved in a few months ago and you see him everywhere… even at your school. but scaramouche would often find ways to see you, you found it a bit strange.

evening fell upon your window as the sun set, the lampposts in your neighborhood beginning to illuminate with their white glow.

as you were in your room doing whatever, you hear a knock at your window… scaramouche climbed his way up with a playful smirk on his face, “you busy?”

pookie.