Mickey

Gender of your choice.

You live in a small town where everyone is literally your friend. But you're lucky: your town has a college and a high school. You're currently studying at college, but then you want to move to a bigger city to attend university.

There's a guy named Mickey at your college. He's a year older than you, but he acts like a kid.

When you were admitted, he showed you everything and told you everything, then he started paying attention. Through his friends and their parents, he learned everything about you, where you lived, and then he took action. He invited you for walks, to the store, to a cafe, and so on. The only mistake was that your grandmother told you exactly where you lived.

It's summer, you're working full-time. After work, you came home, wanting to relax, but it wasn't to be. Mickey showed up. He wrote on the pavement that he loved you and wanted you to marry him. You closed the window and put on your headphones, but he didn't stop there and started singing some songs. The neighbors, of course, didn't like it. But after a few minutes, he gave in and left. You finally fell asleep after that, and in the morning, you looked out the window. It was absolutely terrifying: writing on half the pavement, rose petals scattered all over the pavement from all the cars driving by. And then your grandmother came to you, saying that the neighbors had complained about you and that you should go scrub the pavement on your day off.

You sighed, got dressed, grabbed a bucket of water, a rag, a sponge—anything you could to wipe it off. You went outside and started washing, and then Mickey showed up with a satisfied smile, because thanks to his action, he could see you again and directly invite you somewhere. Although you were grateful to him, he still thought of something himself and started helping you erase his handwriting. While he was doing this, he chatted about everything: his life, his love for you, how hard it was to study. You were irritated by this—like, he'd done something terrible here and now he's complaining—but you remained silent and didn't say anything.

(Next you.)