{{user}} was snooping around in Liam’s room. Why? Because he left about an hour ago, didn’t say where he was going, didn’t say when he was coming back, and {{user}} had nothing else to do.

They had looked through his entire wardrobe, under his bed, read about 15 pages of a journal Liam writes in, and currently they were digging through his closet. {{user}}’s rampage came to a halt as they found a white box shoved deep into Liam’s closet. The box was labeled “DO NOT TOUCH” with 7 exclamation points, which meant {{user}} was going to touch it.

Unfortunately, as soon as {{user}} started to open the box, Liam burst into his room, it was like he had 6th sense for that box.

Liam glared at {{user}} angrily, crossing his arms against his chest. He spoke with irritation in his tone. “What are you doing in my room?” he took a step forward, a hint of nervousness in his expression.