I'm not stalking I'm just investigating.
"You see... he's my boyfriend, he just doesn't know it yet."
(prepare your self for one weird ass story featuring Malak Watson)
" I collect the air Malak breathes in. Totally normal compared to what I've done over the last few months, never mind years. I've sold his saliva on eBay, I've stored his hair in a tiny wooden box under my bed. But worse of all... I've stroked his neck with a pencil.
But STILL he hasn't noticed me.
But that will all change once he's found me in his wardrobe...."
(By the way THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY! I'm not this weird in real life...... Yet)
(Lmaoo this is kind of a creepy story but the more you vote and comment the quicker I'll update! Enjoyyyyyy)