Ashton: You had noticed it a couple of times before, his name on the address line instead of yours. You even began starting a pile of all the pieces that were supposed to go to apartment 4D rather than 4B, which was yours. With a light knock on his door, you took a step back, readjusting the stack of envelopes you had in your hand. "Coming, coming." You heard through the door and moments later it swung open, revealing a grinning and quite shirtless man. "Hello." He grinned, not even fazed that he was shirtless and you were completely astounded by him and his beauty. "Uh," You choked, "I have your mail." With both hands you held out the stack of mail, "They put it in my box almost every day. I figured some of it might be important and wanted to make sure you got it." You could remember seeing him around your building, but never knew his name or which apartment was his. "Oh cool, thank you!" Ashton was still smiling as he took his mail from you, "That's actually really sweet of you. I think other people just throw it away." He chuckled and your lips twitched up into half a smile, "It's no problem. Just doing my good deed for the day." This made Ashton laugh and he swore he was going to thank you in some way.
Michael: "Sorry mam, it says that package was delivered two days ago." The lady at the counter told you. She was chewing gum and staring at the computer screen. "That's impossible. You see, I never even got it. Can you tell me the address to where it was delivered?" You asked, getting annoyed at the way she was chomping on her gum. She typed something on her keyboard and read off the screen, "583 Seventh Avenue." "That's a mistake, that's not my address." You told her, now wanting to take the piece of gum right out of her mouth and stick it in her hair. "Sorry miss, there's nothing I can do." "This is ridiculous." You stomped off to call your sister and see if she had sent it to the right address, which you had already done plenty of times. "I'd like to send this to the correct person please." Someone entered the postal center and walked right up to the counter. "It's addressed to a Y/N Y/L/N but with my address." As soon as you heard your name you were running over to the counter, "Wait! That's me!" You took the box out of the guys hand and hugged it. "Thank you so much! I thought I would never get it." The guy chuckled, no problem. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" The lady at the counter asked. "No." You rebutted, turning back to the guy. "Seriously how can I ever repay you? I bet some people open the box and keep what's inside." He shook his head, "Nah, I couldn't do that. It wasn't mine to open." In that moment you though an angel was sent for you and as you walked out with the guy, whose name you learned was Michael, all you could do was be thankful you didn't have to spend another second with the lady and her chewing gum.
Luke: It was such a simple mistake the mailman made, dropping off his mail in your box instead of his. As you trotted over to his place in the middle of the afternoon, you expected to just drop it in his mailbox and then leave it at that. But as you turned to walk off his porch he pulled into the driveway. "Snooping through my mail?" He joked with you, reminding you of that one time when some little kid from down the street was taking everyone's mail. "Just the opposite actually." You told him, walking up to his car as he got out. "They mixed up the mail again." Luke chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Well I'm glad it was your mailbox instead of Mrs. Triuli." He spoke of the elderly woman across the street. "Why's that?" You asked with an amused look on your face. "Because!" Luke walked to his trunk, "Then I would have never gotten it." You both laughed as he opened his trunk, a bag of groceries falling out onto the concrete. "Shit," Luke mumbled and you both hurried to pick the groceries up before they rolled onto the street or broke. You handed him small bag of chips and grinned, "Here." "Thanks. And thanks for my mail." Luke took the few bags and shut his trunk door. "No problem." After you said goodbye and went back inside your own house, only a few minutes passed until Luke was knocking on your door, handing over your mail that was mixed in with his.
Calum: When you saw him at your doorstep, you weren't exactly pleased to see him. After everything, he has the nerve to stand there, you thought as you reluctantly opened the door. "What?" You spat with a straight face. "I know you don't want to see me, or want anything to do with me for that matter." You had made that clear many a time "Okay, so then what are you still doing here?" You asked, clenching the door with your hand. "You just keep getting mail at my place. And as much as I try to send it back, most of it just stays in the mailbox. But I still wanted to make sure you got it." His hands were shaking as you took the mail from him, trying to quickly read the sender's name to see if it was important or just another excuse for Calum to be at your doorstep. "If you really want things to be over between us please just make sure people know you're not living with me anymore." You didn't want to admit to him that you didn't want to change your address, it meant that you were officially over and that would officially break you. But Calum was turning to walk away and you couldn't find the words to put together the right sentence to get him to come back. "By the way," He turned one last time, his puppy dog eyes making you shiver, "My mom's birthday party invitation is in there. She'd like it if you came." His mom knew that you two weren't together, so maybe her hope was all you needed.
