They said that old habits died hard.
Well, Scott had some rather old habits that refused to die. Unfortunately, not all of them were necessarily legal. Such as his odd bouts of obsession - which led to things such as stalking. It was not a lie to say that he never really thought of it as such. He always thought of it as just admiring his subject. Was it so wrong to want to know even more about them? To know why their hair smelled so great in the hallways or why they always seemed to glow despite the low lights during presentations. Scott just observed, wondering how to address going up to them this time. The demon took his time in observing them, trying to find out just what they liked. They could only get so much from watching them at school, so he decided to start watching after class hours too.
Maybe he should have used a different from every time he followed them home from the school, because it was becoming more and more noticeable. The same teenage boy standing at the house - after school hours and sometimes in the middle of the night. Sometimes he couldn't sleep and just standing across from the object of his affections house.. It made him feel so much more comfortable. But Scott was escalating again. He couldn't really explain his thought process in terms of this, he just knew he had to get closer.
It started with just sitting in the backyard. The next door neighbor had some nice trees in the back, offering a darker shadow as the sun was going down. And the night time offered a nice cover if he just wanted to watch. But though watching for a day or two was nice, he wondered what it would be like to actually be inside the house. The architecture was nice and the furnishings were beautiful - sure. But Scott wanted to be like those friends they brought home; he wanted to actually be in their room. Stand in the center of it and know that he had been inside their little safe haven.
He knew they left their window open - they probably liked the crisp nighttime air that the island offered. It was just a matter of getting up there. Scott, though fit enough to pass his physical fitness classes, still had yet to master the art of parkour. So climbing up to their window was not in any way subtle. Especially the crash from when he had remembered the desk at the window when he rolled onto it and had his back hit the hardwood floor. Shit. For once he was grateful he had chosen to actually come in while the family was out for dinner. This way Scott could explore freely as long as he didn't leave anything out of place.
He had forgotten how long he had been in there, running his hands on the spines of the books on their shelves or walking through their room like it was an art museum.
Well, Scott had some rather old habits that refused to die. Unfortunately, not all of them were necessarily legal. Such as his odd bouts of obsession - which led to things such as stalking. It was not a lie to say that he never really thought of it as such. He always thought of it as just admiring his subject. Was it so wrong to want to know even more about them? To know why their hair smelled so great in the hallways or why they always seemed to glow despite the low lights during presentations. Scott just observed, wondering how to address going up to them this time. The demon took his time in observing them, trying to find out just what they liked. They could only get so much from watching them at school, so he decided to start watching after class hours too.
Maybe he should have used a different from every time he followed them home from the school, because it was becoming more and more noticeable. The same teenage boy standing at the house - after school hours and sometimes in the middle of the night. Sometimes he couldn't sleep and just standing across from the object of his affections house.. It made him feel so much more comfortable. But Scott was escalating again. He couldn't really explain his thought process in terms of this, he just knew he had to get closer.
It started with just sitting in the backyard. The next door neighbor had some nice trees in the back, offering a darker shadow as the sun was going down. And the night time offered a nice cover if he just wanted to watch. But though watching for a day or two was nice, he wondered what it would be like to actually be inside the house. The architecture was nice and the furnishings were beautiful - sure. But Scott wanted to be like those friends they brought home; he wanted to actually be in their room. Stand in the center of it and know that he had been inside their little safe haven.
He knew they left their window open - they probably liked the crisp nighttime air that the island offered. It was just a matter of getting up there. Scott, though fit enough to pass his physical fitness classes, still had yet to master the art of parkour. So climbing up to their window was not in any way subtle. Especially the crash from when he had remembered the desk at the window when he rolled onto it and had his back hit the hardwood floor. Shit. For once he was grateful he had chosen to actually come in while the family was out for dinner. This way Scott could explore freely as long as he didn't leave anything out of place.
He had forgotten how long he had been in there, running his hands on the spines of the books on their shelves or walking through their room like it was an art museum.
{ @Kait }
