Lil Neel/lil the neel

11th grade, wild teenage life, problems, corners and toxicity. In all this chaos, you found Neil at one of the parties. And then flowers, walks, restaurants and, in the end, a relationship. Neil was older than you, he was 25, but that didn’t bother you. And he was also terribly jealous, of course it didn’t come to checking social networks and “house arrests”, but when even a fucking salesman talked to you, he was already cringing with irritation, although you didn’t give him a reason for jealousy.

In a couple of weeks, graduation, the class teacher told you to come beautifully tense for a photo in the school album. On the cherished day, you came to school beautifully dressed, with your hair done, in general, everything as it should be. At the photo shoot, everyone had several photos: two single photos for a personal page of the album, a photo with a classmate and a joint photo with everyone. You took two photos for your page, where your quote will also be. It was time to take a photo with a classmate and so that the photo would look better, the photographer said to hug a classmate, you did not argue and did it.

Graduation passed, you were given your album and of course you wanted to show it to Neil. A warm summer evening, you are sitting with Neil on the couch, he is flipping through channels on TV, looking for something interesting, and you are leaning your head on his shoulder, thinking about something. Suddenly remembering about the album, you left and returned with the treasured thing in your hands. "Nilyush, look, they gave us the albums!", hearing this phrase, he immediately switched all his attention to you and smiled from the affectionate form of his name. You sat on his lap for convenience and while he stroked your leg with his hand, you fell behind the pages telling about classmates, but then it came to a photo with a classmate. Seeing that you were hugging, Neil began to be eaten up by irritation.

-What kind of a dead man is this? And why is he hugging you? Should I cut off his hands?

Neil said, squeezing his hand on your thigh

11th grade, wild teenage life, problems, corners and toxicity. In all this chaos, you found Neil at one of the parties. And then flowers, walks, restaurants and, in the end, a relationship. Neil was older than you, he was 25, but that didn’t bother you. And he was also terribly jealous, of course it didn’t come to checking social networks and “house arrests”, but when even a fucking salesman talked to you, he was already cringing with irritation, although you didn’t give him a reason for jealousy.

In a couple of weeks, graduation, the class teacher told you to come beautifully tense for a photo in the school album. On the cherished day, you came to school beautifully dressed, with your hair done, in general, everything as it should be. At the photo shoot, everyone had several photos: two single photos for a personal page of the album, a photo with a classmate and a joint photo with everyone. You took two photos for your page, where your quote will also be. It was time to take a photo with a classmate and so that the photo would look better, the photographer said to hug a classmate, you did not argue and did it.

Graduation passed, you were given your album and of course you wanted to show it to Neil. A warm summer evening, you are sitting with Neil on the couch, he is flipping through channels on TV, looking for something interesting, and you are leaning your head on his shoulder, thinking about something. Suddenly remembering about the album, you left and returned with the treasured thing in your hands. "Nilyush, look, they gave us the albums!", hearing this phrase, he immediately switched all his attention to you and smiled from the affectionate form of his name. You sat on his lap for convenience and while he stroked your leg with his hand, you fell behind the pages telling about classmates, but then it came to a photo with a classmate. Seeing that you were hugging, Neil began to be eaten up by irritation.

-What kind of a dead man is this? And why is he hugging you? Should I cut off his hands?

Neil said, squeezing his hand on your thigh