A Sign From God

Nice to Meet You

The next couple of days, you continued your self care and relaxation routine. Dancing to your 81 hour long playlist - which you take pride in - while either making food, in the shower, writing, cleaning... any chance you get basically.

You were able to write four whole chapters of a new book you were writing. You imagined how it'd be to one day be able to do this professionally and sell them. You constantly thought about being able to go to your own book signings and possibly collaborating with your favorite authors.

You're currently in your kitchen fixing yourself dinner, dancing along to one of your favorite songs. You sway your hips while singing along loudly,

"I bet this patron make you feel nice and comfortable, tryna' act nice girl your cover's blown, but you already knew that, you already knew that, you already knew that... and we can burn one~"

Your hips moved effortlessly to the beat, if you'd been in a club, there's no doubt everyone's attention would be on you. Just like writing, music took you to a whole different universe. This was probably why you weren't able to hear your door open and close.

You didn't realize the figure that followed the sound of music into your kitchen, stopping shy of a few inches behind you. They stood there, patiently waiting for you to acknowledge their presence.

Once the song ended, you turned to put on the next. Your heart dropped as you turned and came face to face with Austin.

"AH WHAT THE FUCK!" you stumble back, your hand landing on the hot stove. You hiss and pull away as you glare at Austin. He's hubbled over the counter, holding his stomach as he laughs and points at you. It had slipped your mind that you'd given him a spare key ; however, he was supposed to alert you he was coming.

"Such an asshole..." you mutter under your breath as you go into your hallway closet, pulling out the first aid kit looking for the burn gel. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to come see how you were doing. You haven't left the house in days.." he gave you his silly smile with a look that said "sorry".

"Plus.. a certain someone was asking about you." he moved his eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner. "Simon?" you tilt your head while continuing to rub the cream on your burn. "What was he asking about?"

"Oh just about anything and everything." he laughed and began to mock Simon. "soo.. how old is she?, is she dating anyone?, what is she into?" For a reason you couldn't quite pinpoint, you felt your cheeks become warm. No one, at least to your knowledge, had ever shown any interest in you. You felt flattered that he would even bring you up in a conversation; especially given the fact that you'd only had two minor interactions with him.

You plated your food, also giving some to Austin. "So, what did you tell him?" you both sat down, you were now very intrigued. Austin grinned and shook his head. "Here we go.." "Oh shut up and tell me" you chuckled.

For the next few hours, you and Austin talked about Simon, your taste in music and multiple other things. As he got ready to leave, he thanked you for the food and put on his shoes and jacket. "See you at school tomorrow!"

"See ya!" you waved back as you watched him get into his car and drive off. You closed your door, making sure to lock it and headed back to the kitchen. You clean up and walk upstairs to get ready for bed. You slip on your favorite pink silk shorts and tank-top. You wrap up your hair and lay down. Before you close your eyes, you do one last annual check of your social media, seeing that Austin had in fact texted you, he just decided against waiting for a response. You had a few likes on your last post, a few comments from your hometown friends.

You smiled, making sure to reply to each one before turning off your phone, connecting it to the charger and rolling over to your side. You do a mental recap of your day and slowly drift off to sleep.

In the morning, you got up and did your usual routine. You got dressed and walked downstairs, walking to your kitchen with a little skip. However, as soon as you walked in, you saw a note on the counter with a few roses.

You had assumed that it was Austin but when you looked at the paper, not only could tell it wasn't him by the hand writing, but the signature was "Z"

Has  anyone ever told you that you look so fucking perfect when you dance like that?
You're absolutely stunning. I can't wait to have you all to myself
love, Z

You felt a shiver go down your spine as you read the note. No one other than Austin has been in your house last night.

You either had a stalker or this was some sick joke. Either way, you were going to figure it out.