You poked your head outside to see what the commotion was, only to find a family moving in next to your apartment. Dozens of boxes filled the hallway, each labeled neatly.

A man and woman carried the boxes inside, busily moving in, but there was a figure that was crouched by a bug, examining it closely.

The boy was cute, cute as hell. He wore a creamy white v-neck sweater that was much too large for him, a white collared shirt and black tie, Mary Janes and leg warmers, and a green and black plaid skirt.

Cute.

His long dark hair fell in a curtain around his pretty face, going with his thick eyelashes and fat, pouty lips.

He sighed, poking at the bug, talking to it quietly.