𝑨 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼.| ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ

TAKE 4.

FOR THE PAST WEEK IVE FOUND ASTERS EVERYWHERE I GO.

The fucker even had enough balls to get someone to deliver them to my house.  And dont even get me started on the bouquet outside my locker at work. He seriously needs to get a life. But I know better than to call the police. Because he didn't commit any actual crime. I mean yea, he did break into my home, but I live in a building with no cameras and my apartment doesn't have any either. So what proof do I have? A week's worth of notes that say "Love JJ" at the end? It sounds like he's my boyfriend gifting me flowers and he knew that.

Each note says the same thing "Enjoy the flowers." or "Dont throw this one away."  It's like, dude where the hell do you work that you have the time and money to constantly buy flowers.

Theres a knock at my door. I pray it's not my damn neighbor complaining about the volume of my TV. If I turn it down anymore I wont be able to hear it. I look through the peephole and see a delivery man.

Not again.

I open the door.

"Delivery for Chloe Robles?"

"I didn't order anything."

"Ma'am you ordered 200 asters into a bouquet."

Two hundred asters?!

"Uhm, no I didn't. Im allergic to asters! Can you please send them back?"

The delivery man frowned. "Please, can you take them, the person who sent this to you gave a big tip! Can you please just keep it?"

I rolled my eyes "However much he payed ill triple it."

"You'd really give a $3000 tip?" His eye lit up.

Oh hell no. This man tipped $1000?!

"Actually now that I'm thinking about it, the children at the hospital can really use these flowers." I immediately grabbed the big box from him. He looked a bit disappointed but I cant bring myself to give a singular fuck.

"Right then, sign here." I threw the box on the ground and took the signing pad from him and signed my name.

He was about to leave before i called out to him. "Also, make sure the next time you get a delivery to this address for flowers- specifically asters make sure you never take it again."

"Right..." he said sounding weirded out. He was weirded out enough to walk faster. I shut my door and walked back to my couch. Thanks to the shipping company the flowers were in a box so I couldn't sneeze because of them.

I walked over to my couch and unpaused the current show. About 20 minutes later I heard my phone ping. I see a text message from the same unknown number.

"Like the flowers you got?"

Oh he got me fucked up.

"I donated them to a children's hospital." I responded

"Why?" he asked

"Im allergic to asters, JJ. You know that."

"Whats your favorite flower?"

"Hydrangeas."

He didn't respond.

I have this weird temptation to text him. To be fair, he was my first love. He's the only man who showed me how to accept and show love. But texting him when he's harassing and stalking me is the worst idea yet. But oh, the things I would do just to be in his arms again. Yet I dont text him. And Im proud of myself for finally not letting my feelings win.

I got up and walked to my bathroom and started my shower. When I stepped in the shower I noticed the eerie feeling I got. I checked my window and what do you know? Right on the window seal I see the petal of an aster. I immediately stepped out the shower and went to text JJ.

"You put asters near my shower window. How romantic."

"Im past romantic Chloe, I'm desperate."

"For what?"

"For you."

"I can go to the police you know?"

"So do it."

I dialed 911.

"I dialed them."

"Press call baby."

My finger hovered over the green button with a phone on it. Press it. Press it. Fucking press it.

"You cant can you? I'll get some real flowers for you."

"Cute."

"Night Love."

I don't respond. Instead I head back to the shower and put the water on cold to blast some fucking sense into me. Why the fuck didn't I press call?
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When I wake up the next morning I'm greeted by a hangover and headache straight from hell.

If you're ever being harassed by the man who you've once loved dont drink your heart out.

My phone pings and at first the little high pitched sound makes me want to cry until I see the notification. A text, from JJ's number.

"I came to see you last night, too bad you were passed out drunk on your living room floor. You had to be carried to your bed because you broke a glass frame and there was shards everywhere."

"I don't remember that." I responded

"You remember us having sex?"

"We had sex?!"

"No but it's fun seeing your reaction to it."

Deep down in me I wish he would've said the opposite. I wish we did have sex.

"So did you come to visit me?" I typed out.

"No."

"So how did you know I was in my bed?"

He didn't text back. He's smart for that, and he knows it.

But thats irrelevant because I have a brunch with my friends in 2 hours. And I plan on showing up because very rarely do me and my friends ever go out. Work is time consuming for them, I'm thankful I'm not them because my job isn't time consuming. Though, I dont get paid as much as them.

I stretched and headed to my kitchen. I barely have anything to eat so it wasn't effective but Im still hungry as hell. But right on the kitchen counter you know what I fucking see? A bouquet, not of asters this time.  Hydrangeas. I immediately pick up my phone.

"Dude you have got to stop breaking in."

"Do you wanna see me today? I miss your pretty face."

"Why would I wanna see you when you broke in countless times?"

"Ill make it worth your while."

"What time?"

"Is now a bad time?"

"Yes actually I have somewhere to be in the next two hours."

"Too bad."

Then theres a knock at my door.
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