Allison Beasley wasn’t a stalker.

In fact, you might even say, she strove to be the complete opposite of one. As in,  if it wasn’t her problem than it remained such until it either became her problem or someone asked for her  opinion as in,  she didn’t pry. As in,  somebody’s personal life was personal up until they themselves disclosed any information they deemed relevant.  as in, she hadn’t been at all interested in her ex-boyfriend’s social media pages. As in, she would never go meticulously through all of his newly uploaded pictures and videos. As in, she had absolutely no interest or opinion when it came to the new woman on her ex-boyfriend’s arm. 

Nope. Nada. Zilch.

Because Allison Beasley wasn’t a stocker. 

She was, however, a liar. 

Like most people,  aside from the crazies,  Allison hadn’t woken up with the expressed urge to become a stocker, it just sort of happened. Honestly. She hadn’t gone looking for the opportunity to become one, it had all just been thrust upon her.  at least, that’s what she’ll.  tell her self win.  she inevitably snaps out of this craziness. : it just sort of happened, she couldn’t help it,  sometimes situations arose that are just too  enticing to ignore. And like the week willed woman she could sometimes be,  she had taken it.  Or rather, if she were to be truthful, launched herself at it with all the intensity of a pissed off viper.

That will hold up in court, right? 

“ I swear you’re honor, it’s true, I just couldn’t help myself. ”

Yeah, she was totally gonna go to jail if she was caught. 

Because Allison Beasley was a liar. 

A bad liar.

Especially when lying to her self. 

Because she was a stalker.

A stalker who had spent the better part of the night before, stalking both her ex-boyfriend and his new side piece’s social media pages, looking for a reason. Just one, single solitary reason to turn her new hobby from cyber stalking, to physical stalking.

And she had found it.

They were planning to meet at Andy’s Cafe. Andy’s Cafe being a highly recommended and up and coming little shop that resided not five blocks over from her apartment complex. And she had the perfect excuse to be there, that very same day.

And that excuse involve her best friend.

Or rather, her best friend’s not-so one sided crush on a certain barista.

Her plan was fool proof.

It wasn’t like Macy would say-

“No, Ally. Just, no.”

Macy Simpson stood resolutely in her apartment’s entryway, arms crossed, expression pinched and her left foot tapping. Looking absolutely adorable in her overlarge Iron Man shirt, with her hair in disarray and cheeks still warm from sleep as she attempted to glare the blonde into submission. Not succeeding in the slightest, other than to make herself look the part of an irritable kitten.

“ I haven’t said anything, yet.  “  she countered,  a bit guilty now that she remembered that Macy had worked the graveyard shift the night before, and probably had just managed to fall asleep . It didn’t deter her.  as she quickly continued,  “ and it’s important. ”

Macy’s Skal deepened,  “ define important. ”

“ can I come in first?  ”

“ no, explain. ”

“ Fine, ” Allison pouted , feigning disappointment, . “ I was scrolling through Facebook last night and I came across-“

“Fuckin’ hell, al.” Macy immediately interrupted with a low growl. “Please tell me that you didn’t wake me up at nine in the morning because you finally found out about Jason’s new girlfriend?”

The blonde startled, “you knew?”

Macy sighed, then nodded, before sighing again and jerking her chin towards the interior of the apartment. “Get in, girl. I wont be getting rid of you now.”

As if in a trance, Allison shuffled past Macy as she entered the apartment, heading straight for the home’s small kitchenette and taking a seat at the small kitchen table. It hadn’t occurred to her that Macy might have already known about the situation, but it should have; because despite her friend’s introverted tendencies, she always seemed to know their friend group’s latest gossip. And unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, Jason Collier was still very much apart of said friend group despite their breakup. It had been mostly amicable after all. At least as far as their friends were concerned.

At least on his side.

Her, not so much.

“Before you get started, “ Macy interrupted Allison’s musings, as she began preparing herself a coffee, “I didn’t know about Annie until last night.”

“Her name’s Annie?” The blonde groused under her breath before shaking her head to clear it. “And how did you learn about this…Annie?”

“Don’t,” Macy chided, arms once more crossing over her chest as she leaned against the counter near her coffee pot. “Don’t act like you don’t already know her name. You said you were on facebook last night. I have no doubt you were stalking her page.”

“And what if I was?’ She countered petulantly.

Macy’s only response to that was a theatrically pained grimace as she rolled her eyes As to ask God for patience. Or, more likely, to ask God why she was burdened to have a best friend such as Allison.

After a moment, green eyes once more met blue as Macy blew out a calming breath, a wayward curl fluttering briefly before taking it’s place once more across Macy’s left eye.

Brushing it away with a huff, Macy pushed on. “Than you’d know that she just got hired at the nursing home, her first night was last night. Jay dropped her off. They looked happy.”

“Did they?” Allison pressed, fists clenched in her lap as she scrutinized her friend’s face, looking for any trace of a lie. “How do you know? Did you ask him-I mean them? Have you talked to the slut?”

“Jesus,” Macy coughed, turning her back to the blonde as she got a mug and poured herself an instant cup and took it to the table, sitting heavily down on her home’s only other dining chair. “She isn’t a slut, Al-“

“Doubt it.”

“You’d probably like her if you ever met her-“

“Unlikely.”

“She’s really sweet,” Macy continued relentlessly, pausing only briefly to sip at her drink. “I mean, I talked a lot with her last night, and I’m pretty sure there’s not a mean bone in her entire body.”

“She sounds boring.,” The blonde grouched, not meeting the brunette’s eyes as she pointedly stared at a spot on the ceiling. “Jay won’t like that.”

Once again, Macy sighed, taking a long pull of her coffee before setting it gently on the table. Reaching out, once her hands were free, to offer a comforting hand which Allison immediately took.

The brunette gave the blonde’s hand a comforting squeeze as she crooned, “what’s this really about, Al? I thought you were over him?”

“I am.” Allison protested adamantly before relenting, shoulder’s drooping as she drew aimlessly upon the table with the fingers of her free hand. “I mean…oh, i don’t know, I thought I was…but…is he really happy?”

Macy sighed for the umpteenth time that night before consoling.

“Yeah, I think so.”

The blonde perked up, “so you don’t know for sure?”

“Allison!” Macy warned, “don’t-“

The blonde ignored her, You haven’t talked to Jay lately have you? About her, I mean?”

“No,damnit. Stop that train of thought right the fuck now. You don’t need this.”

“You haven’t, have you?” The blonde pressed, a look of pleading in her blue eyes.

The brunette relented, sighing once more. “NO, i haven’t.”

“Perfect! You didn’t. That means you’re not sure-“

“Macy cut her off, “get to the point, Ally. I know you have one. Why’d you come over in the first place.”

Allison grinned, an almost manic gleam in her eyes.

“I know where there going to be in about 45 minutes. Plenty of time for us-“

“What do you mean us?”

“-to get there before they do and scout out the perfect place to observe-“

“You mean stalk.”

“Potato, pa-tah-to,” Allison waved her hand dismissively. “We’ll observe them and make sure she really does make him happy.”

“And when you see she does?”

The blonde ignored her.

“And then I’ll-I mean we’ll-finally be able to prove that Jay’s lost without me.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“There meeting at Andy’s.”

A paus, followed quickly by a forcibly disinterested, “really?”

“Yep. And guess who I found out worked today?”

Another pausforced indifference faltering. “Oh really, who?”

“Jeremy.”

A longer pause, then a groan of defeat.

“Fuck.”

“So You’ll come?”

A sigh, “…yes.”

“Awesome!”

And with that, Allison Beaslee leaped to her feet and all but lunged for Macy, grabbing her wrist as she towed her towards the apartment’s front door.

The brunette stumbled before attempting to struggle out of the blondes hold.

“Wait, Ally! Seriously, stop, I-“

Allison ignored her, wrenching the front door open as she all but shoved Macy through the threshold and into the hallway.

“No time, we gotta go, time’s a’wasting!”

But I forgot my pants!”