you have had a stalker for a few weeks now; finally figuring out the address of the person by following them home. The house was huge and oddly familiar but you couldn’t quite place it. You climb up a tree next to his bedroom balcony and climb into his room. You snap a picture of him while he’s sleeping, and your eyes widen when you suddenly realize it was your childhood best friend. You sent it to him and hid in a closet that has a small crack in the door. A small smirk appears on your face as he wakes up, his eyes widen when he sees the photo. “Two can play at this game” you text. Your smirk falls when his gaze shifts over to the closest knowing you where you are.

Lucas: “but only one can win”

he says smirking and starts walking over to the closet