This Old Man

part seven

Two weeks passed, I'm happy, then one day I found a note. It was glued on my entrance door. It said "I miss you" and I hit the floor.
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I can't tell you much about what happened after I called the cops. Everything was so peaceful, my routines fell into place, and I wasn't afraid anymore.

I wasn't afraid to look outside a window, to open the front door, to leave school, to drive home or to take my brother to the park.

Two weeks passed, I was happy. But that didn't last long.

Everyone was prepping for prom. Excitement and anxiety were palpable feelings in the air whenever you entered the school.

My crush—it seems wrong to call him that only because I want you to know who he is specifically. Per see, let's call him Ash—Ash asked me to prom and I told him I didn't care about prom but he found a series of arguments to convince me to go with him. I found a better counter argument. "I don't want to go to prom with you if you're going to be flirting with all the thots in school," I told him.

He grimaced and scratched his head. "I promise I won't, you know I only got eyes for you baby girl," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah whatever, Ash."

A week later we were going to look for our garments. He wanted us to look better than anyone else. Me? I pushed through my laziness to satisfy the dude.

When I came out of the dressing room to show Ash my dress, he seemed stuck in a transe. His mouth was gaped open and he wasn't blinking. Personally, I will admit it was kind of creepy.

He finally snapped out of it. "You look perfect," he complimented me.

"There is no such thing as perfection."

"Take the compliment, bookworm," he complained. If he didn't call me 'baby girl,' he would call me 'bookworm' because I was always reading.

He went in to change into his tux while I stayed and observed the dress I had on. It accentuated my curves and it wasn't too long so I could show my heels, that's how Ash wanted it. I just didn't want to trip on the damn dress.

All of a sudden, shivers ran down my spine and I got the feeling I was being watched. Well, there was a big ass window that showed the inside so I figured it was someone passing by.

Only, there was no one there.

Ash exited the dressing room and I whistled. "Looking good, Ash."

"Thank you very much, my lady," he extended a hand. I took it. He began dancing and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Then he started making plans for prom.

He stopped talking so I looked up—I'm always the short friend, by the way—he was looking down at me. "You are beautiful, baby girl." And then he kissed me.

I have no time to explain how it was or how I felt, but it was good. We paid for our clothes and he dropped me home.

He kissed me again before I left the car and I told him not to make a habit of it.

I walked up the driveway, checked inside my car to see if I left any assignments inside and headed for the door.

There was a note on it.

It said:
I missed you but you shouldn't have let your friend kiss you in front of me. Be a good girl and behave. Love,
T.O.M.

Uhm, I fainted.