The teacher dismissed you and thusly the holidays commenced, as you walked out of school, with your turtle-like backpack strapped to your back, you anticipated the holidays progressing into a period of time charmed with the stellar glitter of cherished memories and the sort. Not to mention the sleeping in! You were very excited, like, REALLY excited about the totes bitchin' time you'll have during the next few weeks. Finally you'll have enough time to really tuck into the hidden away treasures that are buried in NeckLove.com, the biggest neckxreader fanfiction community in New Zealand, and be able to really 'get into' them. You were a self-confessed NeckLover, and none of your friends knew about it, it was a secret passion. All your life you had had a 'thing' for necks. Bare, bristly or beard, you swooned over them as they majestically passed your way. Sadly, being a girl, you yourself could not grow a beard and you had not enough money to purchase 'hair juice' from that weird exotic pharmacist who wanders your apartment block. So you're happy just watching them and not having a first person experience, you've accepted your fate as a feeler not grower.

But then, you saw something. You were standing at the bus stop, surrounded by the many slender necks of your schooling cohorts (all of which were oblivious to your neck perving) when you suddenly caught something grace across your view. It was the most beautiful neck you ever saw! The noon-day sun dappled onto the milky complexion, it shimmering with each of its owner's gulps.... The skin looked smooth enough to compare to a baby's butt, absolutely flawless. This neck was the sand to your wich, the darkness to your cardboard, the water to your pool, the double chin to your fat person, the hair to your Chewbacca, the nose and chest hair to your Snape, the crotch to your Michael Jackson, you had to touch, no... caress it! Feed the burning desire that sat in the pit of your stomach, yet all you could do was watch. Your mixed emotions of shock, disbelief, jealousy and slight arousal made you silent. This neck.... this neck must've been blessed by the soft, feathering wings of a glittering neck-goddess! You needed it and it needed you. It looked ever so cold, unsheathed and naked to the warm breeze that swept through the street. It needed the comfort of your hands......

Your eyes widened as a hand rose up into your view of the neck, it began gently rubbing the squijjy flesh, relieving an itch possibly. Your heart fluttered, you could feel heat rising to your face and your hands felt tingly. You traced the hand to its wrist, then its forearm, then the upper arm, then shoulder, then collar bone, then neck once a- wait! This wasn't the same neck! This neck was scarred with an unsightly freckle! Ugh! And wavy orange hair limped around this neck, not the neck you had come to love just seconds beforehand. What was this black magic, this tomfoolery! You decided to finally look at this strange person's face, to see who was stealing away your neck.... THAT BITCH! It was that Kelly girl from school! She smiled happily as she continued scratching this boy's neck, her hand wiping up and down it like a car and its window cleaner.... up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down...


And that was the first time you felt heartbreak.