Well she gets a package.

"Life is soooo unfair," Betsie said dramatically as she put on her trainers. She resigned herself to collecting a package from a neighbour that she actively tried to avoid. Actually Betsie tried to avoid most of her neighbours but some more than others, like the one across the road. Tom was four or five years older than she was and he gave her the creeps. His parents were fine and Betsie actually got on with them, they seemed to genuinely take an interest in how she was doing but their son was something else. He took an interest in her but for different reasons, very different reasons. As Betsie walked across the road she hoped it wasn't Tom that opened the door.

The door opened a second after the Betsie rang the doorbell. "Hi Betsie," said Tom as he started undressing her with his eyes, "How are you?" Tom was all in black. He had black trainers on, black socks, black jeans and a black shirt. Betsie suspected he probably had black underwear on too.

'He must have been watching me cross the street,' thought Betsie. She did her best to hide her disgust. "Good thanks. Have you got something for me?"

"Oh yes, I've got something for you!"

Betsie somehow kept a polite smile on face. "A package."

"I've got a package for you!"

Betsie lost her smile. She thought it might have been funny if they were both 14-years-old and into childish innuendos but somehow it lost what little appeal his humour had when they were both older and Betsie just wanted to collect a delivery, especially after the morning she had just experienced. Betsie didn't reply, instead she just folded her arms across her chest and stared at him. Tom couldn't hold her gaze so he chose to look at her chest instead. Betsie cleared her throat to get his attention.

When he looked back at her face Tom said, "I saw your show yesterday morning."

Betsie went beet red. Tom may have said something else but it didn't register with her, she just wanted to disappear into thin air. It was Betsie's turn to drop her gaze. "Just, em, will you give, I mean, em, can I have the delivery please?"

"I'll give you ..." Before Tom could finish his latest innuendo the kitchen door swung open and his dad walked out.

Grabbing his coat he said, "Hi Betsie, how are you?"

Betsie immediately relaxed. "Fine thanks. And you?"

"Good, good. What brings you here?" He grabbed the car keys from a bowl that was on a small table in the hall.

"Just came for a delivery." She stepped back to let Tom's dad passed.

"Cool," he said unlocking the car. "Gotta shoot. Tom get the package for her." He got behind the wheel of the car and drove off.

Betsie watched him drive off before turning to face Tom and smugly saying, "Yeah, now do as you're told and get my package."

"Do as you're told and kiss my package," Tom said under his breath so Betsie couldn't hear.