You become a stalker.You become a stalker. by CaptainImaginary
It's late. Really late. Late as in "I should have been home hours ago because I have work in the morning". But here I sit. On the bus traveling towards the part of town where my mailbox grows.
It's dark outside as well, and the bus is lit up so I can see my own reflection in the windows. For a while I do faces towards myself because I am overly tired and there for a bit hyper, but then I notice there are a few people still out this late and they're all looking at me from the streets as the bus goes by. I decide to stop making faces.
It had been a great night. Nikita had sent out a mass text to the whole gang that read "Get yourself to my place tonight, you sissies, for a movie night. I have drinks. Bring snacks!".
We were 7 people, the usual gang, and we watched Disney's 'Tangled' and 'Toy Story 3'. Drinks where downed and snacks where tossed and eaten. Laughs were had, backs were rubbed and Garry was late. All in the natural order of the movie night.
When we'd eventually