The Bucket List

some things are just private

"Kevin! What the hell did you do?" I screamed at him the next morning. I woke up, went to get dressed and realized that all of my bras and underwear were missing out of my drawer.
"Kevin!" I burst open Liam's bedroom door and Kevin was trying to hold back his laughter. Liam was still asleep.

"Where are they?" I blushed, remembering how awkward the situation was.

"Where are what?" The boy spoke back.

"My... undergarments."

"That's a question you may not ever get the answer to. You're a very peaceful sleeper by the way."

"You're such a dick! Where are they?"

"They're right here." He handed me a large black shoebox. I opened it to make sure that my underwear was actually inside. Thankfully, they were, so I took them back to my room and got changed. I put on a pair of black tights and a black sweatshirt. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and didn't bother putting on makeup. Feeling somewhat satisfied with my appearance, I went downstairs and grabbed a banana from off of the counter.

Kevin, who has decided he doesn't want to leave me alone today, follows me.

"I see you have a banana." He says, and I look up at him, acknowledging what he had just said, then look down at my phone. "I have a banana too, you know. A special banana, and I wouldn't mind you tasting it." I look at him, disgusted.

"Gross. And to be honest, it really isn't special. I'm sure almost every girl has had it at some point, fuckboy." His eyes narrow at me and he tilts his head slightly to the left.

"You think I'm a fuckboy?" He says, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes." I say, with a mouthful of banana. He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back. He takes another step towards me, and I, with a grossed out face, take another step back. I know now that I am very close to the fridge. He steps toward me one last time and then I have nowhere to go other than back, because if I try to go to the side he is close enough to me that he can grab me anyway.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"I think we both know what I'm doing, Morgan."

"No. Get off me. If you were ever planning on fucking me you're fucking crazy, so fuck off." Then he just stares at me, and bursts out laughing.

"You thought I would want to do you? You're so vulnerable, Morgan."

"You're not all that you know."

"That's not what you said in your sleep."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, Kevin. I love you so much. I just wish you could put-" He says in mock tone.

"I said that, did I?" I say, cutting him off in a sarcastic voice.

"Oh, yeah. And there was more. Do you wanna hear?"

"No."

"Suit yourself." He says. "And one more thing."

"Oh, yeah? What?"

"What's this?" He says. He reaches into his back pocket and then pulls out a piece of paper. This better not be what I think it is. Surely enough, after he unfolds the paper, it's the only thing I was hoping it wasn't.

"Where did you get that?"

"It was on Liam's desk."

"And so now you can just go through all his fucking things?"

"Morgan, please don't overreact, I'm just asking."

"Stop asking, because it's not any
of your fucking business."