"We're not supposed to pick up hitch hikers because they may be serial killers.However, serial killers often pick up and kill hitch hikers. Therefore has a serial killer ever picked up another serial killer and did they become best friends?"A/N I saw this and was like 'hmmm what ways can I take this and destroy peoples hearts and souls and minds by writing a weird interpretation of this??' So ya that's what I'll do XD

It was a surprisingly long way to Pennsylvania. I had been driving for a what seemed like a long time—a couple days at most. I think I had been driving non-stop, but you never knew with me.

There were gaps in my memory, filled with confusing blurs and dark red, and I could only take a good guess at what had happened in the gaps.

Well, what could I say? I had to be getting this money from somewhere.

My hands tightened on the hands of the steering wheel, (from a truck I had most likely stolen; there was another memory gap there) and my stomach filled with a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness from the thought of what exactly had happened during those.

At the moment I thought I would have to pull over to the side of the road to get my shit back together, I saw something a little ways ahead.

Or someone, more like.

They looked like they had on a dark-colored jacket, and some equally dark pants. They looked tall, too. Deliciously tall.

(Delicious? Really)

By the time I had observed all of these things, the truck had already come close to him, and it was about ten feet behind the guy when he suddenly stuck out a arm to me.

He wasn't even looking at the truck or the road as he did a thumbs up to me.

The symbol of a hitch hiker.

I found a goofy smile making its way onto my face—it had to of been making me look like an idiot or I was crazy, or both.

I loved hitch hikers.

My foot found the way to the brakes and suddenly I was stopped on the side of the road. My stomach was bubbling with some unknown feeling and I felt more giddy than usual. Like I was literally floating.

I was startled by a knock on the passenger side window. The hitch hikers face was peering in the window, motioning for me to unlock the door.

With fumbling hands, I managed to click the button to unlock the door, and the stranger hopped right in. Now that I wasn't looking at him through a tinted window, I could see his face clearly.

And holy fuck, he was beautiful.

A/N so that is an interesting first chapter. Thia is coming from literally nowhere this has no plan except a vague storyline I may or may noy stick to I hope yall like it