Prologue - Housenapped: Tanner Grayton X OC [A Scrutinized Fanfiction]
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Word Count: 469
Brief Summary: Diane Jackson is a young woman who mostly keeps to herself. Despite living alone, she has her own routines, ones that start to change once break-ins start to plague her neighborhood. The only friend she confides in is her neighbor, Luna Youngman, who she also does night watch with.
Story under the cut:
Kidnappings, murders, and trafficking. Recently, there’s been some suspicious activity going on in the neighborhood. Luna, my neighbor a few houses down, decided to start a neighborhood watch to which I joined. I don't do much anyway so why not help out a friend?
Luna received and sent out a pair of B.O.L.O’s for everyone to review. The B.O.L.Os say there are two men to look out for; the ones responsible for the break-ins that have been going on lately. One man has been suspected to be a sex trafficker, and the other man is a wanted murderer. They like to welcome themselves inside, so we have to keep our outside house lights on. Even though I, of course, do those things already, I still like to make rounds around my house to be sure no one is outside.
I look out my windows, my house lights reflecting off the metal ADT sign stuck in my front lawn. Everything always looks fine, so when I don't see anything suspicious it's not like a weight is lifted off me. It's pretty late in the night and I've already done my nightly watch shift with my scheduled partner, as well as my work assignments, so I crack my back, log off my computer, and walk to the bathroom to do my night routine. Even if I rarely leave the house, it’s still important I take care of myself, especially my curls. So, after brushing my teeth, covering myself in cocoa butter, and putting some leave-in conditioner in my hair, I slide into my covers, put on my bonnet and rest my head on my pillow, letting my eyes fall shut. The only problem is, I can’t sleep. I’ve really been trying to sleep without background noise since the neighborhood crimes have started, but it’s been a difficult habit to break.
So I give in. I sit up and turn on the TV, deciding to watch a few episodes of my current show before beginning to fall asleep, cuddling my huge pillow. A "yana pillow" as they advertise it. It’s this big, thick, long pillow that completely wraps around the front and back of the body, like one big spoon-cuddle session. Don’t get me wrong: I'm a grown woman, and even though I don't need a boyfriend, I'm completely done with that, it feels nice to be held and gets lonely sometimes. I’ve practically been living in isolation ever since… Well, I don’t like to think about it. What I’m trying to say is it’s nice to have something wrapped around me when I watch TV. How long has it been since I’ve last been spooned? Like a love-sick schoolgirl, being passionately held is the last thing I think about when my mind drifts to sleep.
