Alex's POV
I woke up the next morning with a killer headache. I went downstairs and swallowed two aspirins.
That was some night, I thought to myself. John is pissed at me. Like really pissed. Ruth was right about him liking me. I guess I was just blinded by our friends to think about anything more.
I was just about to go back upstairs to get some more sleep when the doorbell rang.
"Honey can you answer the door," my mom yelled from her room.
I walk up to the door opening it. I was greeted by the mailman.
"Hello, Alex."
Yes, the mailman knows my name, since I was just 6 years old. I used to wait for him to come by every morning to see if I got a package. He used to buy me little toys and wraps them up pretending they were from a secret admirer, and I believed that; until I was old enough to know he was buying the toys.
"Hello, Mr. Max, wonderful weather we're having," I say.
"Yes, yes it is," he responded, smiling.
He pulls out a package wrapped with brown paper.
