---Tweek's pov---

I sat there in the tree holding my binoculars. I twitch slightly, but then set them down and sigh.

"W-What am I doing w-with my l-life?" I say looking up to the sky.

I looked over at the window. The lights were off, so he's probably asleep. I look at my watch, 12:58. Earlier than usual, I'll say.

I looked back to the window. I rolled my eyes. It's time to go home.

I slowly and carefully down the tree, I don't want to slip and die! I shift my bag onto my shoulders. Then, I pull out my thermos and look back up to the window again. I raise my thermos to it, "C-Cheers."

I sigh and sip my coffee. I start on my way home.

I've been doing this for a while now. I know it's weird. I know it's wrong and creepy and probably disturbing if someone ever found out... but it's the only way I can get near him.

What if someone finds out? What if they tell everyone? What if he calls the police and I get arrested? What will my parents think! What would I do in prison?! I'd die!!

"GAH! T-TOO MUCH P-PRESSURE!" I shout reaching up and pulling my hair with my free hand as I continue down the street.

Yup. This is my life.

Craig Tucker's stalker.