"Fuck. My Life."
"Eh, sorry. I make a point to not stick my neither regions in foreign places."
"So, I take it you've never known the complex pleasures of fucking a blender?"
A chuckle that sounds like it's followed by a smirk echoes around my room.
Oh, my God. Peter Pan likes me.
Aw, fuck. Peter Pan likes me.
Aw, fuckity-fuckity-fuck- fuck. There's a teenage boy sitting on my window sill smirking at me.
I hope it's Peter Pan.