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"Hold on; I'm talking to my new friend!" she turns back to you; what's your name?"

"Y/N," you hold out your hand and lightly shake her hand.

"This can be a great friendship y/n, you popsicles are great!" she nods with blue dyed lips. The neighbor starts walking over to the edge of his yard.

"you should go before he gets mad," you point towards him.

"Oh, that's just Robert, he's never mad at me," she turns, and he waves, 'come here.' "She's a nice lady!" she yells across the yard. "I'm trying to make friends here! She has good popsicles!

The only thing keeping you from laughing your ass off is the fact that you don't want to encourage her.

He shakes his head, and she sighs, "I gotta go, he is babysitting me tonight, and I'm trying to get a sundae after dinner." She hands you the stick and curtseys, "ill put a word in for you, miss popsicle lady."

You set the stick down on the small patio side table and watch her walk to him, talking to him enthusiastically. He looks up at you, and you watch them have an active conversion. What the hell did she mean by. 'Put a word in,'? Nothing is going on over here other than being a popsicle supplier to an 8-year-old.

So he babysits her, and his name is Robert, then it clicks who he is since you have a clear view of his face. Fucking Robert Pattinson. God damn. You've been so busy and tired you just noticed.

Your hand is rubbing your forehead; you're getting a slight headache; it's probably the heat. You don't look back to his yard and head in to clean up and take a nap.

It's starting to get dark when you wake up and head to the kitchen and make dinner. Tomorrow You'd be checking on your shop, making sure the construction and design team are on schedule.

The next day you check on your building work and get home around noon. Gracies sitting in Roberts yard playing with some kids from yesterday, you wave and head inside to start work on the house again.

The mail didn't come this morning when you checked earlier, so you head back out in flip flops a tank, and shorts. Your eyes never go to Robert's house again as you beeline straight back to the house.

You finish the sides of the house and head back out to the mailbox to put something to be sent off in the morning.

You hear Gracie yelling your name. She's at the edge of Roberts yard and is waving around some pizza, "you want some pizza?"

"No thanks, Gracie, I already made dinner," you laugh at her face is covered in sauce.

You walk over to her, and she stuffs the crust in her mouth. "I owe you something y/n, just say the word."

Laughing, you nod, " will do Gracie," you look up as Robert steps out of the front door shirtless, eating pizza holding another piece out to Gracie. Your mouth is watering, and it's not for the damn pizza he's holding.

"See you later y/n" Gracie walks to Robert taking the pizza and going inside as he tries to clean off the pizza sauce from her face.

You're imagining eating pizza off of him, a total damn stranger. Ugh.

The next day you get home at about the same time from the construction of your business, and Gracie isn't outside. You quickly check the mail and see a strange letter written in colored pencil; it's from Gracie.

++++++++++++++
Y/N,

Nice to meet you, popsicle lady; see you after I get back from Summer camp.

Gracie (:

Ps Robert thinks you're cute.
++++++++++++++++

You have to be kidding me. Is he shy, or am I missing something because he's been avoiding you since you got here? Ugh, whatever.

You finish the back of the house and decide to eat dinner on the front porch; the mosquito repellent candle you ordered works fantastic.

You're exhausted as you put everything away, and you're on the phone with madison about the Gracie and Robert situation when a voice cuts into the silence. "Nice house."

You jump, startled to find your ex, Ben standing on the other side of the hedge between your house and the street. He's a good-looking man with an evil grin on his face.

"What the fuck?" you reply, looking at him, your finger pushing the speaker button. "Maddy Ben just showed up. I need to call you back."

You can hear the screaming, "are you fu-" you hang up and dial 911, and he's jumped your bushes and towering over you.

"No, listen, I just wanna talk," his breath reeks of liquor and cigarette smoke.

" Get away from me, " you try to run into the house when you feel his hands grab your hair, pulling you down.

"You thought you could hide from me," Ben's arm wraps around your neck in a chokehold."I can't believe you left me behind to rot while you're living in fucking paradise. I loved you!"

Your vision is turning black and white and his voice droning on when you hear a thud, then the pressure around your neck loosens, and you gasp for air.

You turn to see Robert holding a bat and looking down at his unconscience body. He holds his hand out and pulls you up, "I called the cops; they'll be here soon."

You're shaking when you take his hand. His skin is warm as you let go, instantly clinging to him and push your hair back out of your face. "Thank you." He rubs your back, comforting you.

The cops show up as you file a report, and they cuff ben, taking him away. They want you in the station tomorrow for a report. Robert offers to bring you as he saw everything since he was taking out the trash at the time. How convenient when Ben shows up but honestly, thank god.

"I don't think you should stay alone tonight," Robert looks over at you as he drives back into the neighborhood.

"Robert, it's not that serious. I have an alarm system," you look at him.

"you know my name?"

You give him the 'duh' look. "Gracie."

"yeah, of course. But you're not staying alone" he turns into the driveway to his garage.

"I'm fine, I swear,' you try to persuade him.

Then explain what the hell all of that was about," he turns the car off and turns to you.

"he left me for someone else, and I left home to upgrade my business. he's been looking for me for months; my mom said she posted something on accident, and before she could delete it, he already knew."

"so he tried to kill you cuz you left?"

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