There's a pervert living next door! Did I mention he was hot?

New story! I just thought of this out of the blue, haha. It's my very first humor story, so bare with me! I will try to make it as much fun as possible while reading it. Enjoy! Comment? Vote? Become a fan? :)

I hate the snow. 

I guess it’s because I don’t like waking up early in the morning just to go around each house around my block, shoveling whatever there is need to be shoveled.

I guess you can say I’m lazy.

Yeah, we can go with that.

I just don’t get why people can’t just do it there god damn selves. Like is it really that hard? 

Unless you’re like sixty, then that’s a different story. But if your twenty, heck get your ass up and shovel!

This particular day out of all snowy days out here in Nebraska, I didn’t want to get up. At all. I even threw my cat Jerry off of me when he had jumped on me after hearing my alarm clock boom through out the room, to wake me up.

And I never, ever touch Jerry. He’s my best friend.

Literally.

I mean, I was so not in the mood that my mother had to get my father into the room and pull me practically off the bed so that I’d get up already. And even then, did I moan and groan.

Now, I was staring at my reflection in the mirror, wondering how I had gotten so. . . Pale. I mean, I wasn’t the tannest of the bunch out here, but I wasn’t polar bear white either. 

Another reason yet to hate the god damn snow. It’s the snows fault I’m so. . . Dead looking. Yeah, I’ll just go ahead and blame the snow.

Grasping the handle of the bathroom door, I turned the knob as I opened it, stepping out into my, well, not so clean room. Smiling to myself, I took in a wiff of the cold air that came in through the open window as I set myself on my bed, searching the floor, trying to find something useful to wear as I got ready to go out into the bitter cold air.

Finding a pair of sweats, I stood up, beginning to tug on my clothes as I discarded them on the floor, with the rest of the already worn clothes. Turning around, it was like fate, when I had decided to look out that window, that I saw, a guy no older than nineteen looking out of his window and into mine.

My eyes widened and I gasped. Trying desperately to cover my body with my arms -- not really doing much since my arms were like chicken legs.

I couldn’t believe it as I ran to my window, throwing my shades closed as I leaned back against the wall, breathing heavy. That perve was looking at me while I was changing.