Paring: Sam / Gabriel
Rating: PG
Spoiler:" It's a Terrible Life "4x17
Disclaimer: If they were me, I would credit ratings as screw up, it would be suitable only for viewers over 18. But not because of creepy. Hehe.
Note: Another thing for the memes. ^ ^
Sam Wesson worked for 3 weeks for the sand Over Bridge & Iron Company, and it was not shake the feeling that something was done properly. Since unexplained appeared to people on the work he did not know and did not want to know but if he expected the least with them, he saw one or more of you in the corner of the eye private life. In the small restaurant on the corner where his morning coffee, brought in the Laundromat where he washed his clothes and still too early ironing at home even if he had a washing machine, (it seemed just right so) to work on the train. It was as if they would pursue him. And talk about him. Sometimes he even dreamed about when she stood under the windows of his apartment and stared up, empty-face expressions.
Meanwhile he was time that he only went to work and otherwise not voluntarily appeared before the door. The police did not believe him, perhaps because he and his body did not look as if he could not defend himself, at least they said they would need only a little more substantial. Stolen Post, poisoned pets, threatening phone calls .. As far as Sam would not let come. He tried several times to grab one of his pursuers, but they disappeared around corners or in crowds, especially since changes affected the faces, there were now no longer always the same, making it difficult for Sam to get hold of her.
The only one of you every now and then he saw was a blond man in the middle is always a bar of chocolate or other sweets in his hand and grinned at him impudently when he noticed him, and promptly disappeared when Sam came up to him. Just like that. Poff * *. That was scarier than the rest which gave half-hearted effort, but could also be honest, he did not hide at least he vanish like Houdini.
Sam had not yet been able to talk to him, but he knew he was not as common as the rest of his stalker. But his grin was too suggestive.
And Sam had always had a soft spot for blonde with chocolate brown eyes. The next time he saw him, he would invite him to a coffee, maybe he could tease out of him what was going on here. Or something that would make him forget the whole thing to know for a pleasant night.
Fin.
“Somebody´s watching me” von “Rockwell”
I'm just an average man with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey hell I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone
And...
I always feel that somebody's watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?
When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone I'm trying to avoid
Well, can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid
When I'm in the shower, I'm afraid to wash my hair
'Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy, just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of Psycho too much
That's why...
I don't know anymore
Are the neighbors watching me
Well is the mailman watching me
And I don't feel safe anymore, oh what a mess
I wonder who's watching me now?
Who?
The IRS?
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Who's playin' tricks on me?
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me who can it be?
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