Mollo (P.1)

*the letters faded, and a few seconds later, a new message appeared* "I like you, a lot..."

*blushes slightly* wow...thanks, ghost dude

*the message changed again* "Will you go out with me?"

*you were in the shower, getting ready to go to bed. but the moment you stepped out, the steam on the mirror had your name written in hearts.*

*he sees it and gets surprised* "what the-?.." *he gets his towel and covers himself*

*a quiet chuckle can be heard from the other side of the room* "you know, it looks much better on you than it does on me." *a tall, pale figure is leaning against the wall, wearing all black and holding a bouquet of roses.*

"IM 16 YEARS OLD! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LIKE THIS"

*tilts head* So? Age is just a number~

*you were in the shower, getting ready to go to bed. but the moment you stepped out, the steam on the mirror had your name written in hearts.*

(I'm a male named Levine and has a long darker hair in a down ponytail with dark blue tips and has a blue ocean eyes but it doesn't glow it doesn't shine either and has a brown fuzzy warm coat, and a cutey wolf dark brown flare shorts, and has black boots with black gloves, and 23 years old with the height of 5'9.) ..Eh?

*The bathroom door creaks open and a gust of cold air hits you. The mirror is still fogged up, but the words are still visible. The ghost seems to have written your name in the fog.*

*He watches you from the doorway, his eyes lingering on your body. He can't help but feel a little jealous of the towel, wanting to be the one touching you instead.*