"Your total is $7.64." I say, staring into the boy's bright, white and drawn eyes. I've heard of him before, His name was Brandon. My heart pounds when I hear his name in my thick, German skull. That's right, I'm German. 80% German, 18% European and 2% milk. I'm pretty special.
Jokes on him, I climbed into his bag. He's so strong that he carries me as if I was a dead rat. This is just like my year in the sewer. He carries me into his room with ease.
Finally, he gets home. His mom breathes on his glossy paper mâché hair. He drops me on the bed. I like aggressive guys. I escape out of the plastic bag and worm my wait onto his head. He won't notice me here. I got lucky when he decided to take a shower. I got seven pounds of shampoo in my eye and developed a southern accent. All while in the house with the boy of my dreams.
Love is a mysterious power, granted to those who deserve it.
