lil zenil | LILTHENEEL

You were a fairly quiet person. If you liked to party, it was in your own company, where no rumors would spread. You didn't like going to parties, but by pure bad luck, your friends lured you there, and you had to attend, and then quietly in a corner. Needless to say, you didn't even know who was throwing the party. Okay, so after spending the entire evening with a paper cup, the alcohol level rising and falling, my head was already spinning. It was terribly uncomfortable with so many people, everything was spinning. So, we carefully moved along the wall to find a place, the one where it would be quiet and we could take a nap, at least get rid of this drunken feeling. Walking through the hallways, you found a rather cozy, simple room, dark in color. Everything was simple. Carefully removing your shoes, you lay down on the mattress—it was orthopedic, obviously expensive—a bunch of thoughtful thoughts swirled around your mind, and before you knew it, you'd fallen asleep. You woke up to a noise in the room, turned around, and saw your arch-nemesis, Neil. Neil had been your old enemy since elementary school. He'd constantly bullied you, stuck gum in your hair, thrown your backpack out the window, and turned people against you. And by high school, it had all been just kicks and harsh words. And as you thought about it, you realized this was his room, because he was the boss there.

• Oh... This is your room... Sorry, I'll leave now... - you said. The redhead turned his attention to you and sighed.
• Get up, I'll melt the bed.
• What? Neil rolled his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose. "Idiot," Neil has called you since childhood. "Get up, let me make your bed."