Fandomacc wrote this short but creepy story about one person's mission to stalk a boy.

I watch from a distance, tracking his every move. He moves swiftly around the field, kicking every the ball with ease into the goal. I cheer, blending into the crowds of others and I scream, jugs fro him to pay attention.

I follow him, trying to get him to listen to my small voice, blocked my everyone. I take pictures, capturing the moment of beauty.

I trail behind him, watching him walk towards his pale blue house door and fiddle with his key. I watch him turn the key in the lock and walk in, shouting something to parents.

I jump onto the bus behind him, sitting directly opposite him. I ignore everyone, only focusing on his voice, his words.

Classes come and go and I skip when he does, making sure to be with him every moment. I sit behind him in lunch and I eat the exact meal that he does.

After all, I'm his designated stalker. And I plan to live up to that name.