Date 10: Larz and B

"Hello, my name is Larz and your name is…. Beyond Birthday? "she said, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"That's correct," he said, with a creepy smile.

"That's an unusual name, you must be from L.A. I heard they have weird names like that there," she said.

"My name means something," he said, quietly.

"Are you going to tell me?"Larz asked.

"No," he replied.

"Why not," she said, frustrated.

"Because I might have to lie about it and you wouldn't want to make me a liar, now would you, Larz."

"Forget it," she said, with a sigh," just tell me where we are going."

"I thought we could go see the movie "Knowing," together," he said.

"Sound like fun. There is a movie theater just around the comer, we can walk there," she suggested, not sure if she wanted to get in a car with this character.

"That's fine," he said, with a shrug.

"It's this way," she said, turning left, as followed beside her.

"I feel weird calling you Beyond Birthday, can I call you something else," said Larz.

"You can call me, B," he said.

"That's unusual cologne you're wearing, B" said Larz," what is it called?"

"Gasoline," he said.

"You wear gasoline as cologne?" she asked, startled.

"Yes, you never know when there will be a fire," he said, smiling to himself.

"Wow, well next time when I'm at 'Bath and Body Works' I'll ask for lighter fluid," she scowled.

"We're here," said B, pointing to theater sign.

Larz went and stood by the theater door and waited, staring at B.

"Here, B," she scowled," let me get that door for you."

B entered without saying a word as Larz screamed after him," I'm so glad my mother raised me to be a gentleman."

When they got inside Larz went straight to candy counter line to buy some popcorn and waited for B to by the tickets.

"Here is you ticket," B said, as he came up behind her.

"Well, that's awful big of you to buy it," she scathed.

"Are you done, buying snacks," he asked.

"I'm just waiting for my popcorn. Are you going to buy anything?" she asked.

"No," he said," I bring my own snacks."

"Oh, I have friend who does that," said Larz.

"Here's my popcorn," she said," What theater are we in?"

"Thirteen," he said.

"Okay, that would be this way," she said, pointing right.

"Don't you think it's odd that the number 13 looks like the letter B?" he asked.

"I think it's odder that you are asking me this question?" she said, eyeing him.

"It was just an observation," he said, with a shrug.

"Are you saying that they gave you theater 13 because it looks like a letter in your name?"

"As I said before it's, just an observation."

"Yeah, well, I'm making a few observations myself," she said.

"We are here," said B," let me open the door."

"Don't do me any favors," she sneered.

"Well, if I didn't open the door you, you might drop your popcorn. Then you would have to eat it off the ground and it's not nearly as nice that way," he said, seriously.

"I'll remember that next time I want to eat it off the floor."

"Kya ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha," B cried out, in forced laughter.

"What…are you doing?" she asked.

"Laughing at your joke, of course," he said, looking at her as if she was stupid.

"You sound like a cat coughing up a hairball," she scoffed.

"Well, we can't all laugh like humans, can we," he said, before leaping over the side rail and creeping over the chairs until he found a place to sit.

"What are you Spider Man," she asked, as she quickly sat down beside him," you almost knocked over that old lady."

"But I didn't and that's all that counts," he said, almost smiling.

"I guess so," she said, with a shrug" looks like we're here early. I guess we'll have to talk."

"I'm rather hungry," said B, as reaching into his bag and pulling out a jar.

"You brought strawberry jam to eat at the movie theater?" said Larz, totally shocked.

"It's Smuckers," he said, as if it made all the difference," besides they don't sell any in the concession stand."

"That because I have never heard of anyone eating jam for a movie snack."

He ignores her and dips his finger into the jar.

"Eww, use a spoon," said Larz, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

"I'd look awful silly carry a spoon into a movie theater," he scoffed.

"And you look perfectly normal this way," she said.

He didn't answer her as he was absorbed in eating his jam.

"Hey," said Larz, looking away from him, "if you are going by B, maybe I should go by L."

"NO!" he screams, and everyone in the theater turns to look at him.

"What's your problem?" she whispers fiercely, as everyone turns back around.

"I don't like the letter L," he said.

"I can see that," she said.

She paused for a few minute before turning back to him with a smile.

"I bet I know your favorite Christmas song. 'Noel, noel, noel," she began to sing.

He turned and stared at her and she stopped singing.

"You know Noel, like No L. Isn't that funny?" she said, but B just continued to stare at her blankly.

"Well, it's better than 13 looking like B," she scowled.

"It was supposed to be funny? Should I laugh?" B asked.

"No," Larz said, suddenly," never mind. Let's talk about something else."

"Okay."

"That's unusual eye color you have," said Larz," it almost looks red."

"Yes, my eyes tell me a person name and when they will die. Do you want to know when you will die?"

"No thanks," she sighed," already every second I spend with you, I die a little."

"Thank you," he said.

Larz was never so happy in her life to see the lights go out and the movie began.

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"I love those great feel good comedies," B said, chuckling as he walked out into the lobby," it's too bad Abby and Caleb lived, though."

"I can't believe you," Larz said, outraged," you laughed when people died, you kept saying the number meant things they didn't mean, and the ending was nothing like you said it would be."

"I don't know what you're talking about," said B, trying to look innocent.

"I've had enough," she said, throwing her hands up in disgust, "I'm going home."

"No," B whined," I thought that you could come over my house."

"And do what?"

"Well, we could lock bedroom doors from the outside," he said.

"Wow, that sounds like so much fun," she said, giving him a false smile," why don't you start and I'll join you later."

"Okay…but wait, you don't know where I live," he said.

"You see," she said, leaning down her head in a confidential manner," I have these special eyes that show me everyone's name and address."

"Oh," said B, nodding his head in understanding, before taking off without her.

Larz got on her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, it's me.

Yeah, the date is over. How many times do I have to tell you to stop hooking me up with guys from LA."

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As you see I read The LA B.B. Murder Cases book. It was okay, but it wasn't what I had hoped for. Not very much was said about L or the others. I was hoping to learn more about the Wammy house as well.

So I guess I'll just have to write one myself if I am to find any peace.

I hope you liked your story Larz, sorry I couldn't do it earlier.