"Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou..." you mumbled, in a semi-sad (though still singy) tone. You had no idea why you were singing that, to be honest. It was just...
...your boyfriend broke up with you...and he did that for your best (female) friend...
The only thing was, you wouldn't find another one just like him. Thankfully.
There was a...box sitting on your doorstep. It looked like a shoe box- er, actually...it was a shoe box. It had your full name on the top, and it was tied up with a neat black ribbon.
You didn't care enough to think about what could be in it; you simply picked it up (noting that it wasn't that heavy), and took it up to your room.
A sigh slipped through your lips as you started mumbling the rhyme from the top. You undid the ribbon on the box, and your voice cracked when you seen the contents.
Inside the box were two sock-and-shoe clad feet. You did have to admit, though, whoever the feet belonged to had good taste in shoes.
"Lou, Lou..." You turned around at the unfamiliar voice. The rhyme in your head started from where this man was singing. You liked the light chocolate color of this male's hair, and his amethyst-like eyes.
He held out his hand, and for a second, you were confused. You looked him up and down quickly: brown hair, purple eyes, tan skin, white shirt, lean build, blue jeans, and...no feet. And, don't forget the axe clutched in his hand.
You turned around slightly, grabbing the shoebox before facing the brunette again. He took the box, and a grin formed on his face.
"My name's Lou. See ya later, dalin'." He winked at you before grabbing the lid of the box, placing it where it should be before he left through the usually-open window.
A giggle slipped through your lips as you murmured, "I'll find another one, better than you..." You had completely forgotten about what'shisface.
