Short stories!

Unhealthy Obsession

I hide behind the building, writing notes on my notepad with doodles around the notes, keeping my eyes trained on Chris. He takes a turn and I know for a fact that he's going home.

I thought he would be going to the diner he likes, Which is Metro Diner, not the one near his house but the one near his job, But he didn't get paid yet, so I don't know why he would've done that. He doesn't like spending money he needs on things he doesn't.

When he turns the corner, I walk quickly but casually to catch up with him. Someone stops me, they have red long hair with blue eyes. They're probably a woman.
"Are you...stalking him?" They ask, nervously removing their hand from my shoulder.
"No no, We live on the same neighborhood. I'm just getting home." I lie and slide around her. I speed walk to continue to catch up with Chris. I know his way home, but he was taking a new route. Not new for me, I know all the ways to his house.

He's probably rushing to get his laundry done, as today is Saturday, when he always does. I spot him walking in front of the library. Chris doesn't read, I don't know why he's over there. Unless Scott, Chris's best friend, suggested a book to him. Then Chris reads a book.

He continues past the library to a car/mechanic shop and walks in. He's looking for a new tire and maybe car paint. He said he wanted to paint his black Jeep a bright red, saying girls like that stuff. He didn't say it to me directly, I just happened to be near on July 21st at 2:00 pm on the Wednesday he was talking to Peter. On the Wednesday he was talking to Peter, He was wearing a grey shirt with a blue jacket and jeans. He was also wearing blue converse, as I wrote a little note on the side- But I'm getting side tracked.

I walk into the store a couple minutes after Chris and walk one aisle behind him. He turned and glanced at me once, and I couldn't stop my heart for rushing and causing my face to flush. After that I took to hiding. Hiding behind aisles and ducking corners so he wouldn't notice me.

He walks over to the checkout corner and I walk out the door, deciding to meet him out here. I sit on a bench from an angle to where I can still see inside the glass window of the shop. He comes out a while later and continues his walk. He takes a stop at a bakery. He does that every Saturday and Tuesday, I don't know who he's bringing it to, as he doesn't eat chocolate. After he buys a small chocolate cake, he continues he's normal route to his neighborhood. He turns down his neighborhood and after deciding he was safe in his house, I turn and put away my notebook and pencil in my book bag. Today's not an all night stake out Day. That's only Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Thursday, Friday and Saturday are fatigue so I don't do as much. Sunday is whatever Sunday wants to be. I start my walk.

Changing Pov

Nikki turns away from my door and walks off. I sit down my bag of paint  but continue to carry the cake, and grab my notepad. Millions and millions of notes written in it, most of them about her. I quickly and quietly rush behind her, making sure to stay hidden. Nikki always comes by my house around the same time I do, I'm not mad about it or anything, if anything I'm happy she does that. It's like a timer that tells me it's time that she goes to the library to pick up books, always after at least two weeks.

It's been one week so she's not going there. She's going to Sonic to get a slushy and cheese sticks, as she always does. She doesn't know what anything else tastes like. I follow her down the street and to Sonic, where she orders the cheese sticks and slushy, Blueberry to be exact. She snacks on the cheese sticks while walking towards her house.

I can't help but awe at the way her hair bounces and her hips sway as she walks. I know, or hope, if I were to tell her, she wouldn't mind.

She turns down her neighborhood and to her house. I hide behind her house wall when she enters, because she always looks around. When she goes inside, she drops noting, which disappoints me. She usually drops at least something for the animals, which I scoop up before they even come close.

I place the chocolate cake I bought for her at her door, knock, and run. I always do this, I wonder if she's use to it yet. Last time it was roses, red, as that is her favorite color. I watch as her eyes glisten as she grabs the cake. She loves chocolate, and her eyes widen and she smiles. Her eyes are beautiful, I could stare at them for hours. But I quickly rush off to buy some coffee and a sandwich from Starbucks.

Once I return to her house, she was in her room, typing. She was typing up a report on a restaurant she went to later today. I know, because that's her job. She does that everyday. Except Sundays and Saturdays, unless she has extra work. I stare inside her window, making sure to stay quiet and hidden. If anyone saw me, or worse, if Nikki saw me, I'd have to come up with one hell of an excuse.

Once she turns around and changes, I'm tempted to continue watching, but duck my head inside the bush I hide in. Once she finishes I continue looking. She had a walky talky in her hand, listening into it. Then she makes a confused face and puts it down. She grabs a notebook and flips through it, then sits it on her nightstand.

I look over to her laundry, which was hung above my head from her house to a tree. The clothes consisted of shirts, skirts, bras, underwear. I couldn't help the temptation and start to climb the tree. I thank my athletic build and make it to the branch where her laundry hung. I quickly unclipped a shirt of hers, and held it up to my nose for inspection.

It smelt like her with a hint of detergent. She has a strange smell, I'm not sure what it is, but I like it. I glance back at her window from my seat in the tree. She's tucked into her bed, asleep.

Another thing I told myself I would do, was...

I lift up her window, quick and quiet. She doesn't wake up, still looking really peaceful. I know I shouldn't do this, but I quickly write, 'You look cute when you sleep, also, I would like it if you thanked me for the cake. Love- CW'
I know I can't put my whole name, so I shortened it to CW.

Hopefully she doesn't call the cops. Hopefully she doesn't wake up when I..

I take out my phone and snap at least two pictures of her, then rush out, as she wakes up around this time. I sip my coffee as I walk out of her neighborhood, the sun rising. Not before quickly grabbing the shirt I stole, then rushing back home.