After all these years he's still following me.

Like I didn't know.

I've known for about eight years now. When I met him the first time I never forgot what his face looked like. He plagued my thoughts a lot as a little child. I never showed it because I thought by then he would have gave up interest in me.

Little did he know that I followed him when he wasn't following me, and that wasn't a lot of the time. He would watch me until about ten pm each night and that's when I would start patrolling and following.

He would go back to his apartment and just sit and think. I had no idea what he would be thinking about but I knew it had to do with me somehow. Some nights he would change it up and go to a bar just for a beer and then head back home.

I was following him tonight but he didn't do his regular routine. He was walking down the street, I was at least thirty feet behind him. He turned on a street I'd never seen him go on. He kept walking until he came to an abandoned house. He just stood there staring.

I walked closer to get a better look at what was going on. Once I got about fifteen feet away from him, he began to move in this house. I followed, almost getting caught when he turned around. I dashed into the bush next to the sidewalk, hoping he didn't see me. When I peeked out to see if he was still there, I saw no one.

I came out of the bush, seeing as the coast was clear. I walked into the house and saw no one still.

He must be in the back of the house.

Suddenly the door slammed shut and a hand was placed over my mouth. I struggled to break myself free from his grip but had no luck. He pulled me into what looked like the living room and dropped me on the floor.

"So how long have you been following me?" he asked not looking at me.

"Not as long as you," I said, sarcastically.

He chuckled then turned to me.

"Oh, how I love your sarcasm. It always got me off more then you should know," he said and bent down to my level so that we were face to face.

"I have a question, why are you revealing yourself to me?"

He looked at me and actually thought about my question.

"I have no idea really. I just found out about twenty minutes ago that you were even following me. So tell me how long have you been following me?"

I smirked.

"About six years now. I found out by accident, but I never forgot your face since the first time I met you," I said.

"And I never forgot yours, he said, placing his hand on my cheek.

Notes

-Daiton