Psycho

Chapter 3

In about 1 1/2 month it will be valentines day. I need to start taking this seriously if I want her to be mine by then. I have not decided yet what my route to doing that is. I have two theories, for say. One way I could do this is to make her fall in love with me. I could do all the things she loves to do with her. My second route is I get Dereck to break up with her. Not through bribery or anything like that. I haven't thought the second route out all they way yet. I'm starting to re think this and I think I should just stick with the first plan I explained.
So I did exactly that. I'm going to start with her family so when things are behind the scenes she will have more people trying to direct her my way. Since it is Wednesday Rylie wouldn't have been home until about 9. I thought it was best if I went over there to talk to her mother, Jane, before she was home. I know then and I know now I should take these steps slowly but fast enough they will be noticed but no one will comprehend yet what I'm doing.
I arrived at the Rixenson's house at about 8:15. David, Rylie's father answered the door.
"Well hello there Andrew! We haven't seen you for a long time!" He remarked in a strong surprising tone.
I didn't try to say much or pick up a conversation because I knew Rylie was going to be home soon and I needed to be gone by time she was. "Hello David, I have actually come here to see your wife."
"Oh, okay. She is in the office. Remember where that is?" then he chuckled under his breath.
I didn't find that very funny but I simply said "I believe so, thank you." and then smiled.
"One more thing boy, who is those lovely flowers for?" He added extremely quickly as if he was pressured to say as many words as he can in 5 seconds.
I just froze for a second or two and added "Your wife. The flowers are for your wife. I haven't seen flowers in that front window of your since I was 13! That's 4 years! I thought it might also put a smile on her face." Then went on my way.
The conversation Jane and I had was extremely short. It wasn't really much of a conversation at all. She was doing the bills and said she would talk if she had the time. I just sat the flowers on the printer and wrote down the words I was going to say.
"Dear Jane,
Your daughter is very beautiful now. She is insanely nice and intelligent. I miss when we were little, like in the 4th-8th grade. We would always be by each other's side. Not anymore, we barely ever speak. I need to confess to you and your husband that I am in love with your daughter. I understand she is taken, but she is the best girl anyone should ever want to be theirs. That's all I need to say, thank you both for your time.
Sincerely,
Andrew H.
P.s. please don't tell Rylie I stopped by."
I tried to make the note short and sweet. Not only because I was rushed but also because I can't confess to much at once.
I have one more thing I need to write about today. It's driving my mind up a wall. While I was at the Rixenson's home I left these tiny little cameras. They look like little bugs. I bought them at a science fair in Nevada. I feel like just observing Rylie at school isn't enough. You never really know who a person truly is until you know who they are at home and in public too. I feel this will help with my "feelings". I still haven't figured out what my feelings are classified as.