There he was. Right in front of me. He shut the car door behind him as the driver strode away. He started walking down the street towards his house, putting on his dark sunglasses. I quickly hide behind my fence in my lawn, not willing to be seen, stubbing my toe on a rock on the way behind the picket fence. “Ow!” I yell, I stand up, not wanting to look suspicious, as he stares back at me. I give a crooked smile and wave, he smiles with his adorable teeth and waves, beginning to walk again. Damn it! Why’d I just do that? He must think I’m a freaking stalker! There’s really no point in this, I’ve waited 6 months for this moment, and I just screwed it up. But the one upside is that I see no fans around, except for myself, and he must have made his entrance back home quiet. Too bad he wasn’t staying long, I really could have enjoyed myself.
