Author's Notes!
yourn bitches do not know how excited i am to write this!
well, bakudon and i did this rp. stix is her oc, i play nny, because i'm insane. :D
she informed today of the fic and how she was following up my fic, loneliness, with this.
happy zombie! :D
thanks to the readers!
i love you all!
3 baku and kiba
bakusay.
Disclaimer!
i not own JTHM. mhm.
this is a future lemon, riet bakudon?
well, nothing fun in this chappy.
Dear Die-ary,
I really think I'm beginning to like this boy.
This boy, like me, kills.
This boy, like me, hates everyone.
This boy, like me, is strange.
This boy understands me.
The best part?
This boy, like me, loves cherry Fizzy Whizz.
We killed together. Killed every single motherfucker in that dump.
"So what now?" He asked.
"I could really go for a cherry Fizzy Whizz."
"I love cherry Fizzy Whizz!"
See?
This is turning out really well.
We went to the gas station, making small talk all the way there.
"The stars look beautiful tonight," I told him.
"Yeah, they do..."
"I bet the aliens love it, since they're even closer."
"Do aliens see the stars if they're in the stars?"
"...good question."
I mean, really, do aliens see the stars? Are they too close to see them? Or do they get the best view of all?
It's one of those deep questions of life, really.
We arrived, we got our drinks, we left. Thankfully, there was no interference. No need to kill this time.
I won't deny I was a little disappointed.
"Hey..." He asked, "Would you wanna...come to my house?"
He was nervous. I was nervous. Both of us had every right to be.
"I thought...it would be fun to spend more time with you...and I bet Squee would be happy to see you..."
So I said yes.
I don't know why I did. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea.
But I went.
And die-ary, I really think this is going to go well.
-fin-
