Continueing right along, here's chapter 3. FLASHBACK, set just before the first killing spree, but I'm sure you could have figured that out :)
CHAPTER 3
Johnny lay in bed, idly flipping through the channels; Patty curled beside him, her school uniform crumpled in the corner.
"Starweather again! Damn it all!" he yelled, glairing at the TV.
"What?" Patty asked, sitting up and turning towards him.
"I can't believe they're still covering that son of a bitch. Look at him, face's been all over the papers, stories about him everywhere, they're gonna put him in the history books and why? Because he killed 11 people? Big deal, I could do better than
that ass." He spat then flopped back on the bed, disgusted.
"Then you should." Patty said, a touch of mischief in her voice.
"What?" Johnny asked and she tilted her head towards the shot gun leaning
up against the corner, a coy smile tugging at her lips. He cocked an
eyebrow, not knowing full out if she was joking or serious and her
smile grew broader, and a twinkle came in her eye.
"I love you, patty-girl."