"She talked to me... she really talked to me" I thought to myself. After my little outburst in the cafeteria yesterday, we had a conversation about school, family, and she even trusted me for her to give me her number!!! 

   I walked up the gravel driveway up to my dark oak wood house and unlocked my door with about 3 or 4 locks. This is a really bad neighborhood and I'm not taking any chances. One time when I kept my guard down, a couple of thugs broke into my house to steal all my valuables. My souvenirs from Australia, all of mother's pearls and jewelry, and even Grandma's antique clock.

"Grandma, I'm home!!!" I yelled out. I spotted her sitting in her favorite rocking chair. She never got out of that chair. "Grandma, you look a little paler than usual... Should I get you your medicine?" No response. "Grandma, answer me when I'm talking to you." I said in a low stern voice. Still no response. "FINE!!! ROT THERE FOR ALL I CARE!!!" 

I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. Julie. That's the only thing that can calm me down. I'm one step closer to getting my love. That conversation brought one level up. I could already see it, us walking down the beach on our first date, me proposing, our wedding, her pregnant, our kids growing up, and finally us together in a little cabin in the woods, old and in love.

I went to my dresser and pulled out a Cali sweater that I "borrowed" the last time I went to her house. I sniffed it... "Mmmmm, Vanilla and lavender..." I said in a hushed voice. Delicious. 

I stayed in my room for about an hour or so until I went out to the living room where Grandma was. "Look Grandma, I'm sorry I yelled at you, but if you want to stay in this house, you speak when your spoken to,do you understand?" I said in a harsh voice. Still no response. I didn't want to act up again, so I took a couple deep breaths to calm me down, and stomped down the stairs to the basement. My eyes skimmed over the room as I acknowledged the  linoleum floors and concrete walls, arrayed with different portraits, photos, and paintings of my Julie. She looked stunning in each and every one.

I walked over to one particular one that I kept smack dab in the middle of the room. It was one of first looking at me (Or at the fence I was hiding behind). She looked startled, but beautiful nothing less. I decided right then and there to call her and see if she had given me a false number. But I thought about the conversation we had yesterday and decided that she'd never do that!

I jogged happily upstairs to be greeted by Grandma. Instantly my face fell once I saw her. "Well Grandma, what do you have to say for yourself?" Nothing. Nada. Zilch. She will not answer me!!!!!

"That's it Grandma, you leave me no choice. You must be punished..."

I walked into the kitchen, with a devilish grin on my face. I went to the knife drawer, opened it and pulled out my favorite butcher knife.

No one disobeys me....