It was a beautiful autumn morning like all of the other days, the clear skies, the gentle breeze blowing through the trees, causing the different colored leaves to fall. Jaune took a deep inhale of the warm air around him. He always loved this time of year. It was the time of year when school would start and he could peacefully walk to his school from his house. He loved where he lived. His driveway was rough and had several small holes. It was about half a mile long and connected to a road just outside of the closest town, so he could easily walk to his school. It led to his house, located in a lovely clearing in the forest. There was a pond across his house where he would swim in during the summer. An open field where he would lay down and feel the rays of the sun naturally warming his body, becoming a natural blanket. It was his paradise. Sure, he loved school, but he'd rather just stay home and enjoy the peace.

It was his third week on his senior year. He had his license, but no car seeing that his parents wouldn't buy him one. And it was hard to find any job for a teenager around where he lived. The town was small and didn't have a large population, but there were never any available jobs surprisingly. So he couldn't buy his own car to drive to school. He didn't mind though, he enjoyed his walks and if he was ever late, then he could just ride his bike. Although he was never very comfortable riding his bike on the open road once he left his driveway. There were too many sharp corners where cars could surprise you at any point.

Jaune was happy with where he lived, the silence was always calming. All he could hear in his morning walks was a few birds chirping and his own footsteps on the loose ground. As he reached the end of his driveway, he looked to his left and gazed upon his neighbor's house. He had never actually met his neighbors, and they didn't seem to ever leave their house. It intimidated Jaune. He was a nervous and shy person. He was never good at starting conversations, especially with strangers. His mom had always told him that strangers are just friends you haven't met yet, while that was probably true, Jaune considered himself an outcast, a person that was unseen by others. There were only a few people at school that he ever talked to, but that wasn't much. He never had a friend over to his house, and vice versa. He had considered on several occasions to try to work up the courage to talk to his neighbors, but every time his courage crumbled. As he looked at the house, he thought he saw a flash of black through one of the windows, but passed it off as his imagination. He sighed, and with that he was off to school.

The next few weeks have had their ups and downs. He had tried to work up the courage to ask Weiss Schnee out on a date, but faltered yet again. He sighed at his own defeat that day. He had gotten good grades in most classes, but was nearly failing his gym class. He just wasn't into sports. He was chosen to sing a solo in one of the songs his chorus class was going to sing in the winter performance. He wanted to decline, but the teacher insisted. The teacher thought he had a great singing voice, some of his classmates thought so too, but didn't say anything. Most of them thought Jaune was very anti-social. He reluctantly accepted the solo and continued with his day. He made cookies for one of his friends, Ruby Rose, who was a sophomore. She was one of the only people that talked to him willingly. When he brought her the cookies, she smiled and hugged him, this didn't go unnoticed by some of the other students, who thought it was strange for a senior to be talking to a sophomore. Jaune didn't care though, he was bored one night and knew his friend loved cookies, so he made her cookies. Simple logic, right?

But now he was starting to get chills every time he walked down his driveway in the morning. Not because of the temperature dropping with the season change, no. It just felt like someone was watching him. He constantly looked over his shoulder to see if he was being followed. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Jaune decided to shrug it off and began to sing the solo he had over and over again. He knew the concert was months away, but it didn't hurt to practice. Also the fact that singing calmed his nerves. His taste in music was strange. He enjoyed listening to rock of all sorts, but also loved the songs that were sung in his chorus class. He enjoyed listening to rock songs, some of which were considered heavy metal, but he didn't care, rock was rock. When he found a rock song with an acoustic version, it was like Christmas. It was always so strange to hear a song that sometimes had screaming and loud instruments in it be so calm and relaxing, even though the lyrics sometimes didn't match the tone of the song.

So he sang the solo, hoping to shake the odd feeling off of him, but to his disappointment, it was still there. He began to slowly jog until he tripped on his own feet. The pain he felt when he felt was nothing compared to the embarrassment he felt, but forgot about that feeling once he thought he heard a light giggle. He looked around quickly, turning his head towards the slightest noise. He knew he wouldn't find anything, there were too many trees around. If someone was following him, then they'd have several great hiding spots. He shrugged and ran to the end of his driveway. As soon as he walked only five feet onto the open road, the strange feeling had stopped. 'That's just creepy,' he thought.

A few more days passed, and he still had that feeling in the morning that he was being watched, but now the feeling had escalated to the point that anytime he was on his driveway he'd have the feeling. He was starting to get really annoyed, but he knew he couldn't really do anything about it. He doubted that his parents would know what to do. He sighed and began to sing one of his favorite songs. It was strange that this song of all songs became one of his favorite. It was called Mirror Mirror, the signer was the snow angel herself. He didn't listen to it because she sang it… alright that may have been the reason at first, but now he listened and sang it because the lyrics were so simple and yet so intriguing. It was weird hearing himself sing it, mostly because it was sung by a girl originally and he could reach some of the high notes, but he didn't care, it's not like anyone could hear him in the middle of a forest, right? That's what Jaune thought, until he heard humming. Jaune continued to sing, but tried to focus on the humming. It was in sync with his singing, so whatever or whoever it was knew the song also. Jaune was now completely certain he was being followed, but he couldn't tell from where. The song was over as Jaune reached the last words of the song, "I'm the loneliest of all," he sang in a near whisper. The humming had stopped at that point, and Jaune started getting paranoid. Jaune stopped in his tracks and yelled, "Who are you?! I know you're out there, so please show yourself!" He was met with silence. He waited for a solid five minutes before he turned around to continue heading home. As he made his first step, he heard the sound of paper being crushed. He looked down and saw a note under his foot. He unfolded it completely and read it, 'Do not fear, I do not wish to harm you. We will meet, but for now, enjoy your life as you normally would. Just know that you aren't alone in this world any longer. I am here for you in the shadows of this forest.' Jaune was puzzled and slightly frightened. "So I have a stalker now? How can I just go on living normally with this information?" Jaune observed his surroundings once more, not knowing that his 'stalker' was smiling to herself and blushing.

"One day Jaune, we will be together. Two lonely hearts will become one." The girl in black whispered as she leapt from tree to tree, returning to the house next to the long driveway.

So…. Yeah, just an idea I had when I was walking home. I'm not good with stories involving colorful detail and stuff. Also not sure if I should just leave it at this or write a second chapter. I think I made Blake come off as a bit of a creep, I'm pretty garbage at romantic stories, so don't hate me too much.