My boyfriend is from another dimension. True story. He appeared in my bedroom, naked and screaming. If that's not a fantastic way to start a weird relationship, I don't know what is. It happened like this:
Me: sleeping, twisted in my ancient Hello Kitty sheets and comforter, drooling onto my pillow.
The sound and feel of a giant vacuum pulling all the air from the room, followed by a loud *pop!*
Han (my boyfriend): writhing on the ground in pain, sucking wind as hard as he can and letting it back out in a hair-raising scream.
My parents: moved to Vegas and left me the house when I graduated high school two years before, so I was alone.
My neighbors: tiredly expect my life to be weird.
Han, which is a ridiculously short abbreviation of his real name, has been living with me for a few months now. I call him my boyfriend, but that's what I have to do because he lives here. He is not, technically, my boyfriend. I don't have anybody who could really care, but, still, it's easier to say "boyfriend" than to explain why this dude lives in my house and is with me all the time.
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