A week has passed, and I haven't seen the weirdo in the window. I know I should be glad, but I can't stop thinking about what he said. He likes looking at me? And he didn't say it in a weird way. In fact, it almost sounded endearing, except for the fact that he was stalking me for a week. He can't help it? What's that supposed to mean? And the other things he said, or more so what he couldn't say. He was a stuttering, bumbling mess. What the hell could be wrong with him. He seemed really nervous and embarrassed, and he looked really hurt when I called him a creep. I seriously don't understand this guy. Wait a minute! Was that him at the window? But he's gone already. Wait, there's a note. Hmm, let's see what he has to say.
Dear janitor,
I really am no stalker. I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I would like to actually talk to you in a more comfortable setting. If you choose to, please meet me at the sweeties sweets shop at 4 o'clock in 2 days to do some actual talking.
Yours truly, Darwin, aka the "stalker"
P.s. Please don't call me that in public
He wants to meet up? Why would he want that? What is that creep up to this time? Oh, whatever, what could possibly happen. I'll go and finally get rid of him. It'll be fun when he finds out i don't like sweets from sweeties. But until then, sweep sweep sweep.
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love shouldn't be messy
Romancean introverted janitor catches the eye of a gang member. what becomes of the one-sided crush between a delinquent and a janitor. this is my first story
