stalk
it's a girl, the one sitting on my bench. i approach the bench from behind but not too close.
the girl is simply dressed in leggings and a sweatshirt, dirty sneakers covering her feet while her black hair drape over her shoulders.
i don't care, i'm going to stand my ground. i won't move—she moves. it's my place, not hers.
this girl doesn't seem to realize my presence as i stand beside her at all. but the ipod in her lap explains it. i nonchalantly sit on the bench because i don't want to touch her.
she doesn't turn but simply pauses the song she's listening to and puts her stuff into a small bag. "sorry, i believe i've violated your getaway."
i raise an eyebrow and don't take my eyes off of her. she has her legs crossed on the bench while mine are stretched out in front of me.
no, i don't talk to strangers. but i have to regarding this situation.
"how'd you know it's my getaway? and why do you still sit here if you already know it in the first place?" i ask out of annoyance.
she rolls her eyes as she turns to look at me, "i see you sit here all the damn time like you have no other place to head to. what, is it wrong for me to see what's so special about this bench myself?"
it's my turn to roll my eyes, "creepy stalker shit," i mumble but she scoffs in reply.
"i don't stalk you, clifford."
i look at her absentmindedly, catching up to what she just said. well, she knows my last name.
"and you say you don't stalk me."
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Castaway || mgc
Fanfiction"there's no ever after." in which michael finds himself in a mental institution with a girl that doesn't exist. [lower case intended] [ COMPLETED ]
