"Oh, it's not a problem. I know what it's like to not have help moving everything in. And my name is Amber." I was kind of taken aback. I thought Amber was a guy. Short hair, glasses, batman t-shirt, and ragged jeans. Her voice was a tad deep. It took me a while to get over that. I didn't realize how long until we had emptied out the truck 2 hours later.
"Thanks for your help. I would offer you a drink or some food but everything's packed and now I need to unpack." Amber walked over to a corner of boxes and started unpacking them. She stopped, pulled out her phone, and put on music. Carry on my wayward son... After talking to her for a few hours while moving and unpacking, I really thought that she's once cool chick. I looked at my watch and it was 11pm. "Wow! Look at the time! We've got almost everything unpacked and in the process I forgot to eat."
"NO problem, why don't you come to my house, I'll whip us up some food." We walked across the street to her house. Her porch had a round table, an outdoor love seat, and lilies growing in front of her porch. It was a nice set up. We walked in and were greeted by her two dogs. Her brother was gone helping their mom. The dogs eventually got used to me when dinner was served. Tuna and mayo with crackers. I had never had it before but it was amazing. 2am came around and we said our goodnights.
The next few weeks we would hang out a lot. I was really into her. One night I decided to try and kiss her and she pulled away. She was polite about it, but it just made me want her more. She told me she wasn't looking for anything. A few months later I tried to kiss her again, and again she pulled away. We had talked about out futures. She wanted to get married and have kids, although she was told she couldn't have any. She was up for adopting a kid or three. She wanted adventure in life.
A few weeks later she left for a few weeks on vacation. Those were the worst weeks of my year. I had become addicted to her. More than that I was obsessed with her. I followed her Facebook, texted and called, even emailed her every day. She barely responded which pissed me off. I didn't like being ignored by her. I knew her; I knew she was ignoring me. My mouth was watering and my pants bulging thinking about every detail of her. She wore green glasses, green was her favorite color, she wore a brave bracelet she got from a concert, she didn't always shave her legs but she didn't let them get out of control. She didn't wear bras, she had small breasts, and she wore boxers as they're more comfortable. She loved superheroes, punk rock, action movies, and she could play the drums. I had to have her.
She returned home, and I started stalking her. I wanted to know everything about her.
