I watched in horror as he chugged not one, but seven Monsters. I'd never seen Ethan like this. I ran my fingers hurriedly through my hair and touched my temples softly, massaging them in a steady rhythm. He opened up his mini fridge and rustled around, reaching to the back, launching his hand around looking for something. I raised my eyebrows. He pulled out a bottle of vodka and chugged it barely grimacing.
"Oh shit, I've killed this boy." I muttered.
His eyes were wide and he loosely stumbled around the room. he spun around facing the computer. He put a hand on either side of the laptop. I felt as though he had me pinned against a wall. I felt trapped, like a mouse in the mouth of large angry tom cat.
"Aight loser, we finna have a problem" he shouted abruptly.
"You're gonna tell me everything about you my dude. Like age, name 'n' shit. Send me a mother fucken' photo of you. You're freaking me out man!"
I paused. And i thought it through. I flashed the words "Letter, mailbox" onto his screen
I reached into my draw, pulling out paper and pen.
Hi. I'm Stephen, I'm 42. I like Minecraft, booze and my dog. And I'm your FBI agent.
YOU ARE READING
Goodnight Mr FBI man~
Romance"Mr FBI man?" he whispered. Instinctively I stuttered, "yes?" I mentally slapped myself. He can't fucking hear you, dipshit. "If you're really there, please give me a sign." His voice seemed to ache, like he was pained. The voice of my supervisor t...
