It's Like Love, But On a Post-It. (Undergoing Severe Plastic Surgery )

Sequel to It's Like Monopoly, But Physical.

Fish Food

"Door's locked, man," I heard an Australian accent say. My eyes widened and I turned, my eyes meeting a shaggy blonde haired boy, standing with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a flannel shirt that was buttoned up to his neck, and a pair of black skinny-ish jeans. "You can't be serious!" I exclaimed, turning...