So , basically , the rest of my night went like this: We scared his sister half to death , we ate about half of the candy and he failed many times in trying to spook me. Then , I went home. Or rather , he walked me across. It was so strange and unlike me - talking to him without feeling to slap him as i usually feel when comunicating with other homosapiens. The fact that we're...... frenemies...... That's the closest anyone has gotten to me in 5 years.
All these thoughts milled around in my head as I prepared for yet another sleepless night. I pulled on my PJs (decked in skeletons doing the boogie) and crawled into bed with my journal and my book - my typical late night setup . If my day was particularly bad , I'll throw in some chocolate milk too. After writing in my journal , I got out of bed and grabbed my old fashioned candlebra (I think it used to sit on the mantle of some firplace in some ancient caslte) and settled myself in my window seat. I probably spent two hours reading in the candlelight before the feels forced me to set down my novel.
Glancing out my window , I got a miniature heart attack. Those chocolate brown eyes were staring at me from the window next door. How long had he been watching? And why is he still awake at 1:30 a.m. ?!? He opened his window and I followed suit.
"How long have you been watching me?" I demanded. Still creeped out over here !
"......a while.....," he replied , not a sliver of remorse on his face.
"Not funny bro! Stop being a stalker !"
"Hey , cool it! I was just passing by my window when I noticed you. Sorry to burst your bubble Princess , but you're not worth my time to stalk."
I crossed my arms , infuriated. "Do NOT call me 'Princess'!"
"Whatever you say sweetheart." He winked.
God he was annoying.
