The next day he was in my yard.

Oh my God! My mother asked if he could mow our backyard.

Total eye candy now in his white wife beater and jeans.

He and his parents were new in town, moving in next door to my house. It's been about a month now since he moved here.

It's the summer, end of June now, so at least if he's in school like I am, me being a senior this coming fall, he didn't have to worry about transferring mid year or anything.

But yeah… he's out back, mowing the grass and I'm being a lovesick fool just staring at him.

I even threw myself down to the ground when I saw him lift his head up in my direction of my bedroom window. I had my bedroom on the first floor of my house, in case you're wondering, so he didn't look up to the second floor.

But right at the first floor, my window.

Back to me ogling him.

I stayed down for thirty seconds and then I slowly picked myself up to see if he was still staring.

He wasn't.

Phew! I could continue acting like a secret stalker.