unpolished [lams]

FedSex

A/n: All I gotta say is;

Writer's block is a bitch.

Thanks to tomanyyfandoms to give this ideal and to TheQueenpin for helping me formulate it.

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John's P.O.V

I opened the email that just had popped up in my phone. My package was on it's way.

I cheered internally since it was my computer's new charger, which I needed urgently. I looked at the mail again. It was 25 minutes away from here.

I walked to my room and layed in bed,I sighed and scrolled through my phone, answered a few texts and ignored others.

Why is people so insistent?!

Minutes passed and suddenly, I was finally out of the bed, since my doorbell rang. I walked to the entrance and opened the door.

"Package for... Umm, John Laurens?" The mail guy looked up from the chart, and oh my god.

I think I just got an erection.

"Yeah, that's me." I smiled at him casually, he looked up and blinked multiple times.

"Please, sign here, sir." He mumbled, clearing his throat.

I grabbed the chart from his hands and signed. He had his hand extended to grab it back.

"You're new here, right?" I asked, giving it to him.

"Uh yep! I started a week ago." He nodded, giving me the box.

"Oh, that's nice." I smiled.

"Uh, I guess, I mean college has to be paid somehow, right?" He shrugged.

"Yeah, I suppose." I said.

"Well, have a nice day sir." He smiled slightly and walked away.

"Wait!"I called out.

He turned around with a frown. "Yes?"

"What's your name?" I asked.

"It was in the chart." He chuckled and walked again getting in the mail truck.

"Yeah, but—"

It was too late. He started it and drove away. I sighed.

"Goddamn, I really need to get laid soon, I'm tryna hit on the mailman." I laughed at myself.

A week passed. I was doing some college work when I got a text. It was from Lafayette.

Frenchass:JOHN
Frenchass:JOOOOOOOHN

Me:what the fuck do you want Laf?

Frenchass:I need to borrow your credit card

Me:Wtf what for?

Frenchass:Internet shopping

Me:And why tf don't u use your fuckin card?!