Chapter 1

A certain green-haired, geeky trainer peered through the bushes at the beautiful blunette he had a crush on.

Conway smiled. "Locked on target. Recording her every move."

Conway looked away, scribbling something down in his notebook, then looked back up at her.

Conway pulls out a camera, deciding to document this on tape.

Conway sighed longingly. "Oh, Dawn. My blue haired beauty. With just a few simple steps, you will be mine." (smiles creepily) "Until then, these videos will have to suffice."

Dawn turned around. "Who's there?"

Conway quickly runs up into a tree.

Dawn shrugged her shoulders, not noticing anything strange. Conway sighed in relief.

Conway sighed once more. "Someday that blue hair of yours will be wrapped around my finger." (licks his lips)

As Dawn walked home, Conway secretly followed her. Once she was in her bedroom, she started to get changed. Conway was staring at her through the window.

" Come on. Give me something sexy, my dear," laughed Conway.

Just as she was about to take off her shirt, Dawn pulled it back down. She walked over to her window and closed the blinds, not seeing Conway.

Dawn: Wouldn't want any creepers staring at me while I change

Conway falls down from the window ledge.

Conway groaned. "Ow! Man, that really hurt! But not as much as my heart. So you think you can get away from me that easy, do you Dawn? I think not!"

Conway goes to get a ladder and comes back to Dawn's house. He climbs up and starts heading down the chimney.

Conway laughed."Ha! You will be mine!"

He snuck into Dawn's room, which was currently vacant, and went over to one of her drawers.

Conway smiled in anticipation. "What does my sweet Dawn have for me in here?"

He eventually finds a small pink book. Her diary.

Conway looked at it curiously. "Oh? And what dirty secrets might we have in here?"

As Conway looked through the diary, skimming through stuff about fashion and contests, he noticed something different.

Conway soon found something. "Huh? What do we have here? A poem. "(reads the poem) "Stalker?! I-I'm not a stalker, am I? No. This couldn't possibly be about me. But there's still some stuff in this diary. It's fascinating."

Just then, Conway heard footsteps echoing through the hall.

Conway gasped. "Oh no! If Dawn catches, she'll get a restraining order on me! Then how will I observe her?"

Conway thought quickly and jumped in the closet, hiding under layers of clothing. He couldn't help but inhale her sweet scent.

"Aaaah...Dawn..."

Dawn walks into her room.

Dawn breathed out. "Phew. What a day. I better get some shut eye."

After a couple minutes, when Dawn was fast asleep, Conway takes one of her scarves and stuffs it into his pocket, then he carefully opens the closet door.

Conway whispered, "Oh, what a beauty. And now she's asleep. I'll have her all to myself soon."

Conway stroked Dawn's face tenderly, trying not to wake her up. He placed a mini robot on her dresser.

Conway smirked. "That robot has a camera in it so I'll be able to view you 24/7."

Conway unlatched the window and opened it, thrusting himself over to the tree outside of it. He ran home, satisfied with himself. At least for today.