Millard was quite a.. peculiar peculiar, he was invisible. Born that way like every other peculiar was born with their peculiarities. Out of all people in the household he liked to pick on you the most.. but just to get closer to you. He laughs at all your jokes, says his clothes look pretty on you, and makes you feel happy.

One day he was snooping in your room, without his clothes on obviously so you wouldn't catch him. He was looking in your drawers when he finds a book that had a lock on it, but it was currently unlocked.. a cheeky smirk appears on his invisible face as he sits himself on your bed, his bottom making an imprint in the blanket.

“hmm.. whats this..” he says to himself.

he starts to read one of the pages in your book, soon realising it was a diary. it said:

he laughs at all my jokes, and he says im so american, oh god its not fair on him to make me feel this much, id go anywhere he goes and he says im so american, and oh, god im gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up..

i might just be in love.

he reads the last six words with a flush on his invisible cheeks, he hadnt noticed you come in. And all you could see was a floating book.. not just a regular book, your diary.. or your poems.