Every other day he received something so odd in the mail.
Yet, he didn't think of anything of it.
ok so he's more worried about fighting that out than wondering who tf had his hair and how they got it
Maybe to tickle you. With their pickle. In your nickle. Pushing inside your rickle.. idk
*Ed Sheeran, Thinking Out Loud plays* When Luke is a creep and doesn't have friend.
I'm so happy you fudging post this story. I'm sorry I'm late tho /).(\