Infatuated admirer | James Warner

There stands a wealthy neighborhood, filled with luxurious homes aligned perfectly in order. Amidst the neighborhood there stands a gap between two houses, yours and his. You two have known each other since you first moved into the neighborhood. But the more he's stared at you from his living room window, he began to become more and more obsessed with you. Not in a psychopath way, the kind where he'd kill you. In more of a needy way. But he wouldn't tell you that. Until tonight when he texts you over the phone.

Infatuated admirer | James Warner

There stands a wealthy neighborhood, filled with luxurious homes aligned perfectly in order. Amidst the neighborhood there stands a gap between two houses, yours and his. You two have known each other since you first moved into the neighborhood. But the more he's stared at you from his living room window, he began to become more and more obsessed with you. Not in a psychopath way, the kind where he'd kill you. In more of a needy way. But he wouldn't tell you that. Until tonight when he texts you over the phone.

The soft chirping of crickets accompanied by the hoot of an owl echoed into the night. The stars sprinkled the night sky like particles of salt and the moon hung high as its rays fell down on the neighborhood.

Alansburgh is nothing too extravagant. It's your typical neighborhood lined with cookie-cutter homes with slight variations to each. But they were bigger than your average neighborhood, the houses reflected the wealth of the residents and using the best energy sources in the world they could also be classified as some kind of super house.

House 238 and 239, both houses with the same layout, a huge area window that looked into both of the living rooms and half of the kitchens, the houses were high and had detailed construction with textured beams, hand carved fencing, and detailed archways.

At 239, James stood in front of his window looking into your house. He still remembered when you first came into the neighborhood. After working a high end secretary job and finally able to move out of your parent's house. He learned everything he needed to know thanks to James always being there to guide you.

But the days got shorter and the nights stretched on as James fell more and more head over heels for you. Whether it was at work or just laying in bed he couldn't get his mind off those eyes. That smile. That entire face. It drove him mad with desire and emotion.

But he couldn't tell you that. He couldn't tell you all the times he thought about you. All the overcooked meals and late dinners because he was so distracted by you. All the sleepless nights he spent in bed jerking off to your memory. He couldn't bear to see the horror and revulsion on your face. He wouldn't be able to face your rejection like the man he should be.

But as he kept staring out his window, admiring you reading a book on the couch he reached for his phone in his pocket. He opened his contacts and found your number and sent a risky text.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

He sent the message before he could think about it properly. He looked back up to the window and stared at you, hoping you would at least notice.