Gay Stalker Story Part 3 When I Get Home, I Try The Cupcake First. It Tastes A Little Too Salty And I

Gay stalker story part 3 When I get home, I try the cupcake first. It tastes a little too salty and I start to feel sick afterwards (little does are protagonist now but the weird kid cummed in the batter because he wanted to "put his love in.") Even though I feel a little sick I still feel bad so I try one of the chocolates as I bite into it the horror sets in as I realize that there's blood leaking out of the chocolate. The chocolates are full of his blood! I- I don't know what to do… but honestly knowing that he went through the work of filling the chocolates with his own blood just to apologize to me makes me feel, well special. The next day I head out of the house to go to school and he's standing right outside of my house with a bundle of roses. His eyes are watery and around them it's raw red with scratches on his face. I asked worriedly what happened, and he says that he was crying all night just because he missed me so much. And when I bring up the scratches he says the euphoria of me apologizing to him was just too much for his body to handle. He talks about how he spent all night crying and throwing up and violently shaking. I'm in shock but I feel like I shouldn't make a big deal out of it because I don't want to upset him. After school that day I let him walk home with me and he finally admits how he stalked me everyday hoping that I would talk to him. We say our goodbyes at the door and when I come inside, my mom says "well you're late." I shrug. "Hey take me seriously! You didn't call or anything, something bad could have happened to you!" Sorry… (she sighs) that night I'm laying in bed getting ready to sleep when the window opens and the weird kid is hanging outside my house. He jumps into my room. "I- I'm so sorry… I just couldn't take another night without you!" I can't believe he just broke into my house. It's ok. He gets in bed right beside me. He asks me about my day, who did I talk to, what did I do, what books do I like, what's my favorite food. He says he wants to know more about me. He wants to know everything about me. I tell him about my family, my mom, dad and younger siblings. I asked him about his family and tells me he doesn't really have a good home life. He has an abusive family and his parents don't really make any money so he is starving most of the time. I finally asked him why me? Why am I so special? "I don't know. I just saw you on the first day of school and something clicked in my brain. My head chose you as my obsession. And now I need you, you were chosen as my new obsession." He then asks if we can cuddle. Of course I say yes. He grabs me tight and inhales all of my scent. He rests his head on my chest like a pillow and squeezes me. I stroke his hair and he holds me and he feels my warmth infused with his body. He melts into me and for a moment it feels like time itself is standing still as we stay like this. We talk for hours until we slowly fall asleep together like this.

I LOVE SALT AND PEPPER! I don't care if they are murderers! They are both non binary in my head cannon :3

Gay stalker story part 4 I wake up half asleep and notice how he's grabbing on to me so tight that he's accidentally punctured holes through my shirt with his fingertips touching my chest. His frail body that's usually shaking and trembling looks somewhat at peace for the first time I've seen. He noticeably has a boner which is a little uncomfortable, so I move him to the side, but his grip strengthens even though he's asleep. So I decided to drift back off to sleep. When I wake up, I see him standing up wearing my clothes.”i- I am so sorry, your scent was just so good I needed to wear it.” It's okay, I say, but we have to get you out of here before my mom sees you. I open up the window. “but- but we'll walk to school together, right?” Okay, just wait outside my house. “No, but I wanted to make you breakfast!” I'm sorry, but no, my mom will see you and wonder what you're doing in the house. she doesn't even know you. “oh ok…” he climbs out my window and plops down into the backyard. I go downstairs, grab some breakfast for me and him, and run outside. here. “Oh my God, thank you! You didn't have to. I'm so sorry.” Don't apologize, it's okay. eat, I don't want you to starve. “you don't? Sorry, it's just people who said I looked better like this than before I was starving. my parents barely ever get food, but even when they do, I don't want to eat, to be honest. I don't want to ruin those people's perception of me if they like me this way instead.” Oh god, no. Of course, I don't want you to starve. I'm so sorry people have said that to you. He hugs me tighter. “I'm so happy my brain chose someone that's kind-hearted. Unlike last time, when my brain chose someone who didn't treat me nearly as nice as you do.” All I did was give you breakfast. “But I don't deserve anything. In fact, I deserve to be punished. Like severely.” his shirt sags down, revealing marks on his back. How mean was your past obsession? “Oh I wouldn't call them mean. They were just doing what's right, what I deserve. I would never blame them.” his eyes start to get watery. Well, I don't know. If they weren't treating you right, they don't sound very nice to me. “Thank you for being so wonderful.” Hey, it's okay, you don't need to thank me. I'm just doing what I feel is right.