Matt walked Mimi to her house. They were laughing and smiling. "Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" asked Mat.

"Goodnight kiss! That's so 4^th grade!" she said.

"Please." he said. His eyes were sparkling, and he pouted.

"Why did you have to do that? You know I can't say no to you when you pout." she giggled, as she kissed his warm lips. Matt cupped his hand over her cheek. It was like silk. He slowly passed his hand down her side, and let it rest on her hip. She coyly wrapped one of her legs around his, pulling him closer to her. Matt enjoyed every minute of this. He passed his hands up and down her back. He dreamy slid his tongue in her mouth. She responded by massaging his pallet, with hers. Matt could have sworn, that if he wasn't leaning against a wall, he would have fallen over. For some reason, every time he and Mimi frenched, his legs turned to jelly. Mimi pulled away.

"I think you got a little more than a goodnight kiss." she said evilly.

"It's all the same to me." he said, leaning in again. Mimi placed a finger on his lips.

"I gotta go. I have classes early tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow." she promptly kissed him, and opened the door to her apartment. Matt smiled to himself, and walked off. He had classes early tomorrow as well.

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"Almost finished!" a male voice stated. He was standing in a damp and dreary basement, surrounded with photography equipment. He had a clothes line streamed left and right, full of photos. He slowly took thongs, and lifted a print out of a vat of photography chemicals. He admired it though a small red light. "You look so beautiful. Soon you will be mine, my love."

He took a clothes peg, and pinned it on one of the many lines above his head. He then slid over to his small desk, that was squished in the corner of the room. There was a huge pair of scissors, and many cut up pictures. He sat down, and resumed cutting. Carefully, not to accidentally cut out a face, or disturb the position of the hair. After a while, he separated all the figures. The girl in one pile and the boy in the other. He then took the pile with the girl, and moved over to the wall on the left. He cautiously pinned them, into a sort of collage. He had more than half the wall decorated. Finally, he walked up to the pile with the boy. He grimaced, and then lit a match. He pulled a small piece of pointed metal out of his pocket, and began to heat it. Once he saw it turn a bright shade of red, he passed it over the face, causing the eyes to burn away. He reached on his desk, and fumbled around for a large marker. He began to draw over his eyeless face, repeating the phrase, "I hate you."

After he was satisfied with his handy work, he began to pin the pictures on the wall opposite to that of the girl. However, he pined it on so he had little wholes on the face, and body.

"Get your pathetic excuse for a body up here boy!" screamed a deep masculine voice.

"Yes father, I'm coming." he said weakly. He clutched at the metal tightly in his palm. He heat began to sear through his skin. He forcefully threw it at the wall with the photos of the boy. "Burn for all I care. I hate you, just as much as I hate him." he whispered. "I hate you Matt." he then looked over at the wall with the girl. "I love you Mimi."

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The next morning, Mimi walked into school, with a huge frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" asked Matt. He usually never saw a frown on his girlfriends face.

She walked over to where he was standing, with Ken, David and Bryan. "Pinky died last night." she said solemnly. "I buried him in the plant, outside the complex."

"Sorry Mimi. I know how much you loved that hamster." said David. Bryan frantically searched threw his school bag. He emerged with a note pad, and pen. He quickly scribbled, and handed it to Mimi.

She read it aloud. "I'm sorry too. Maybe we could all go over to the pet shop, and get you another one." she smiled at him. "That's a great idea Bryan! How's you throat? Is it still sore?"

Once again, he scribbled a little note, on the next sheet on the pad. Ken grabbed it and read "It's getting better. It's still a pain in the butt, though. Thanks for caring."

"You're too sweet!" exclaimed Mimi, as she went over and hugged him. Bryan made a fake fainting gesture, and everyone laughed.



That night, when Mimi was walking back to her apartment, she had the strangest feeling. It's the feeling you get, when you can tell someone is watching you, but no one is around. She quickened her pace, and in no time at all, she was home. She got into the small elevator, and waited impatiently to get to her apartment.

Mimi stepped out of the elevator, and turned the corner to her door. She was greeted with a large parcel. She smiled to herself. It was covered in pale pink wrapping paper, and had an elegant pink and gold bow, tying it together. She picked it up, and opened her door. As she entered, she placed the box on her coffee table and read the card. It was written in red ink, and smothered in CK1. She read the card aloud.

"To my love, I hope this makes you feel better." she smiled again. "Oh Matt, you're so romantic!" she quickly pulled of the large bow, and lifted the lid. To her surprise, she found a picture of herself, blown up, on the inside of the cover. She carelessly flung the cover in a corner, and began to pull away the pink tissue paper. A bizarre odor was emanating from the parcel. She stopped, and looked at the card again. No name. "It has to be from Matt." she reminded herself. What she saw next made her stomach twist. She screamed and pushed the box away. It hit the wall, and fell to the floor. A clumps of dirt scattered the hardwood floor. The remains of a small decaying hamster were partially covered by a blanket of pink paper.

"BRING, BRING!"

Matt came rushing up the many stairs to Mimi's apartment. She had phoned him minutes earlier, sounding scared. He sharply cut the corner to her place and dashed into her place. Panting, he looked for Mimi. She was huddled by the phone, crying.

"Mimi, what's wrong?" he asked, running over to her. She pointed to the big box. Matt calmly walked over, and picked it up. He dropped it almost as fast, as he had picked it up. "Oh God..." he backed away slowly. "Mimi, this is just some sick, twisted joke. I..." he didn't know what to say. He just walked over to her and gave her a big bear hug.

"That's not why I'm scared." she whispered.

"Then why are you scared?" Matt asked, unsure if he wanted to know.

"The phone rang after I got the box." she started to shiver. Matt hugged her tighter.

"What did the person say?"

"He told me, I should really sweep up the mess, before I get bugs. He told me I looked really beautiful when I'm excited, that my eyes sparkle when I'm happy. He was looking at me Matt! He was spying on me!" she sobbed out loud.

"Oh Mimi, I don't know what to say..."

"He was looking at me!" she sobbed again.

"You can't stay here. It's not safe. He could be here for all we know. You're staying at my place tonight. I have some of your clothes at my place."

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"DAMN! Now I have to go to his house. No matter. He'll be out of the picture soon enough."

He quickly placed his camera in his over sized hockey bag, and took out a pair of binoculars. Placing them around his neck, he slowly began to walk to Matt's apartment. As he climbed the emergency fire escape stairs, a man stopped him.

"Hey kid, you're not allowed up there. It's the roof of the building, if you fall, you'll die!"

"Don't worry sir, I'm looking for Kirilangs Comet. It's due out tonight, and I don't want to miss it."

"Oh, are you part of the Star Watchers club?" the man asked.

"Why, yes I am." said the boy, showing him a membership card.

"Yeah, you guys rented this roof. Sorry!" said the man as he walked off.

"Quite all right." snickered the boy. Now, he was set. He had the perfect motive, and the perfect view of Matt's apartment. "Soon Mimi. Soon..."

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