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Stanley Stalker
Started by spadeguy
(2013-08-02 15:49:40)
spadeguy (2013-08-02 15:49:40)
I watched as Julia entered her house. It wasn't creepy or anything, I live way downtown across the street. I've unloaded my videocamera, and put the tape back in my one strapped bookbag. I went down the stairs, making sure to not wake the family who's house I was in, then I exited the house through the front door. It was pretty dark out too... hmm.
"Maybe I should go home..." I said
"Yes" a voice in the bushes replied, "Yes you should."
I turned around to see a familiar, green haired girl.

Flynn -.-

"Why are you here Flynn? Dont you have other places to be?" I asked.
"Well not really. Do you? I mean I doubt you really live here." She gave that smile she always does when she knows I'm stalking.

Flynn is a girl who somehow found out about my stalking business, the "Stanley Stalkers". We're payed follow people, and even make it seem as though attention seekers have a stalker. I enjoy the large amounts of money, and stealth experience it brings.

Flynn jumped out of the bushes and then jumped on my back. We were the same age (15), the only difference is I'm probably a little taller. She wasn't that heavy, until she said
"So when are you getting a girlfriend?"
I dropped her, and she fell with a thud onto the concrete.
"Well sorry?!?" she said.
"Flynn, you know I don't like you like that. You're basically MY stalker."
"Well it's not my fault. I like a man in uniform." She said

If I was wearing a uniform, I'd be laughing. I just boarded a train, with her following, and continued going home.

"Well you wanna get some food?" I asked to make up for the fall back there.
"No thanks. I'd rather not." she replied.
I knew what to do though.
"Well I'm starving! I'm headed for that nice mexican food place anyways!" I said, knowing she'd follow me there.

We hopped off the bus, and I began walking. I turned around to see that she was no longer there.
"Oh well." I said aloud.

She's probably following me in the bushes...

I made my way to the mexican food restaurant that I couldn't pronounce (I just call it Juan's)

"What's up Aaron?" Juan the restaurant owner said
"Your girlfriend not with you this time?"
I stopped and all patrons of the restaurant looked at me grinning.
"SHE'S-" I was cut off by the entire restaurant
"NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"
We all laughed, and surely enough, Flynn came from behind and put her arms around my neck.

I removed them.

We sat down, and soon Juan showed up, and his eyes shifted throughout the restaurant. He handed me a stack of napkins.
"The dockyard." He whispered.

Flynn looked at our serious demeanor and laughed. Until I pulled several $100 bills from the napkins.

"It's a pickpocketing job. The guy wants a ladys picture." he said.
"Well okay. I'll need her picture first."
"Sure." He chuckled

"She's right next to you."

I laughed.
"No seriously."
He insisted that he was telling the truth, then handed me an envelope. I read it, and surely enough Flynn Stai was the target of this one.

If I was a hitman, this would be very bad.

I looked over at Flynn who was smiling at me.
"Well, well" she began, "I like this guys taste. So looks like we're gonna be spending more time together!"

I'm gonna hate this one...
I should probably write a new story... but will I finish it?
Anyway, I'm Aaron
THE END
spadeguy (2013-08-02 15:50:43)
His name isn't Stanley by the way, it's just the title of his company. I have the habit of using Aaron as the name of all protagonists...
I should probably write a new story... but will I finish it?
Anyway, I'm Aaron
THE END
AceTrainerJMB (2013-10-23 00:32:52)
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