right under my nose

stalker

Miranda's pov

I've been getting weird threatening texts from Jessica. I'm about to tell Jason when someone knocks on our bus door. He puts his guitar down and answers the door. It's Luke. They talk for several minutes. "Hey, Jason, we need to talk about something." I say nervously. He looks back. "What's wrong? You look worried." He says. I nod and he says goodbye to Luke. He sits back down beside me. I hand him my phone with the texts already pulled up. There's threats then it gets weirder. She says things like hey baby when should I pick you up? And I'm just so confused. "OK, that's beyond creepy." He says, handing my phone back. "What should I do?" I ask. He stares at the ground unsure. "I have no idea, I've never seen her act this way before." He says, "block her number but don't delete them. If she doesn't stop we can take them to the police." I nod and block her number. He scratches his head, not sure on what to do. "I'm scared." I say. "I don't think she's going to try to hurt you." He says. I don't know what to think anymore. Everything was going so well until this happened. We're driving back home down 246. "At least the tour's over, rest and relaxation instead." He says, holding my hand as we get off. It's not going to be rest if I keep getting weird texts from her. My phone dings again and I don't want to answer it, worried it's her. He chuckles. "Honey, it's from me. I was messin' with ya." He says, giving me a smile. I return with a glare as I check. It says dinner tonight? I put my arm across his back. "When and where?" I ask. He smiles. "Now and anywhere." He says, unlocking the door.

Jason's pov

That's weird. It's already unlocked but I don't let on. I open the door and pocket the keys then toss my bag on the chair by the door. "I'm gonna go freshen up." She says, letting go of my hand. I smile and grab my truck keys, my Georgia bulldogs keychain spinning around. It makes me think of home. It takes me back to the first day, right before I moved to Nashville. Mom and me were talking.

~flashback~

"Mama, what am I gonna do when I get there?" I ask. "Don't worry about nothing. Let it go, go see what tomorrow brings. Yeah don't worry about nothing pray about everything." She says. I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote that down. "You always know just what to say." Miranda walks through the door. "I can't believe you're finally going to Nashville. Don't forget me when you're big and famous." She says, hugging me. "How could I forget my best friend?" I say, teasingly. She smiles. "I'm going to miss hanging out everyday." She says. I nod. "My favorite time of the day. You have to visit a lot." I reply. She taps my cowboy hat. "Well my friend, you have a truck to catch and a girlfriend you don't want to keep waiting." She says. I nod and leave.

~flashback over~

I'll always be a Georgia boy. She comes back wearing a long blue dress. I fix the strap falling off her shoulder. She holds my hand there. I just realized it was a trap. She holds my hand and kisses me. We head out the door to my truck. The summer night sky sparkling with stars. I help her into my truck and we drive to the resturaunt. My hand in hers.

Miranda's pov

After dinner, we went to the park and sat in front of a tree just admiring the country scene, the stars shining over head, the sound of the wind in the trees. It's surreal. "Have you ever seen a night like this?" I ask, quietly, my head on his shoulder. My phone buzzes. I glance at it. It's Jessica. "Enjoying your night in the park?" Creepy!! "Hey, Jason..." I say. "Yeah?" He asks. "Kiss me." I whisper. He smiles. "It's a perfect night for it. We won't get anoth-" he cuts me off by kissing me, passionately. I grab the grass tightly beside me. If she's watching she's seeing this. Good. I put my arms around his neck and he pulls me into his lap. His hands clasped around my back, holding me up. He finally pulls away and looks around. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I feel like I'm being watched." He whispers. "That is probably me." I say. "Darlin' you know I'm not talkin' about you." He says, smiling. "I think we should head home." I say standing up. He glances back at me, my back against the tree, my hands in my pockets. I look at the ground, feeling his eyes bore into me. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Mentally undressing you." He says, bringing a smile to my face. "How about physically?" I ask. He chuckles softly and lifts me up against the tree so I'm at his height. He holds me there as we kiss. "Race ya to the truck." He whispers, letting me down. He's about to run but I grab his belt loop, pulling him back as I run. He laughs and grabs me around the waist, trying to get in front of me. "Not gonna happen." I say, under my breath, diving out of his hold. And grabbing the door handle. Before I open it, he has me pressed against the door, kissing me again. Oh my God! He's such a good kisser! He puts his hands on my inner thigh, pulling my leg up around him. My phone buzzes but I ignore it. My hands rest on his arms. He fumbles for the doorknob. He sets me in the truck and drives back towards home. He keeps not looking at me.

Jason's pov

I heard someone taking pictures of me. They were probably too dark to be anything but I don't know. I just hate the damn paparazzi. They get on my nerves. She checks her phone from when it buzzed earlier. "It's her again." She says. "What'd she say this time?" I ask. "It sure is a wild night." She says. That's so not like Jessica. I glance at her worried. "Babe, there's no way that's Jessica, she hates talking with song lyrics." I say, severely frightened. "Then w-who is it?" She whimpers. I don't even know. "We're going to the police." I say. "In the morning, right?" She asks. I wasn't planning on it but okay. "Yeah sure. In the morning." I say, holding her hand. We get back to my house. She sets her phone down by my touring bag. I stare at it freaked out.
Miranda's pov

He sets his keys down and stares at my phone for the longest time. I grab his hand and he stirs quickly. "Oh yeah." He says, smiling. His hands on my hips. One moves lower until it reaches the hem of my dress. I look up at him. His adorable smile makes me melt as he lifts my dress up a few inches. He kisses me. He drops the bottom and puts his hands around my neck, kissing me as he undoes the buttons in the back. He slips the blue straps off my shoulders and the dress falls around my ankles instantly.

*the next day*

After last night a poem came to mind. Here it is: me and him, him and me, I didn't think for eternity. I'd be with him. He'd be with me. Link each other together so perfectly. His hands of strong. Mine of small. I'm so glad I can fall. I always know he'll catch me. He is in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I sneak up and kiss his cheek. He smiles cocking his head to look at me. "We still need to go to the police station." He says, resuming cooking. I sigh and hug him from behind, dreading doing that. I rest my head against his back. I can hear his calm rythmic breathing. "I hope they catch whoever it is." I whisper. He turns around, holding me in his arms. "I'm sure they will." He says. The spatula still in his hand. He sets it down and just holds me, comfortingly. No words have to be said.