He moved here after the war was over. I watched his moving truck pull in. The green-haired, muscular man that climbed out of the driver's side immediately caught my attention with his chiselled features. I was awestruck by his beauty and continued to watch him unload the truck, too nervous to ask if he needed help. Once he finished, he saw my gazed and stared right back at me, his emerald eyes drilling a hole in my head. I gasped and hid behind my curtains. After several minutes passed, I dared a peep out my window. To my surprise and horror, he was walking up the steps to my front porch, smirking when he saw my wide, terrified eyes.
And that's how I got involved with Flippy.
Author's Note (AN): Uhm! This is my first fanfiction. This is my favorite pairing, so yeah... I hope you enjoy!
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