Nostalgic

The third, by TBB

TBB: So sorry for taking SO long to update, guys. Hope you guys didn't forget me ;; Oh well, exams are finally over, and I couldn't be happier! So, why not celebrate with a chapter? Alright, alright, quit your moping, here it is:

Chapter Three: First date

Clouded thoughts were spinning inside his head. Henry couldn't concentrate; hypnotized by the erotic feeling that was slowly making its way south. Walter's lips formed a devilish grin, as broken gasps from the other pushed his urge into tearing Henry's towel off. It wasn't until the blonde did the crude action that the sudden cold air that enveloped Henry's lower area brought the 21st victim back to his senses. The flustered brunette shoved Walter off with surprisingly immense strength as he hastily wrapped the towel around himself once more. The blonde cocked an eyebrow as his smirk returned.

"Well, somebody's shy…although you didn't exactly give me that impression earlier on." Walter said smoothly.

"Shut the fuck up, Walter. This is wrong, and you damn well know it. If you wanted to make me miserable, you've already done that so just leave me the fuck alone!" The brunette exploded. Walter's face turned into an expression of confusion, as the serial killer furrowed his brows and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Look Henry, this is kind of a long story, but it's not for revenge or any other shit like that—"

"Then what is it for? Am I just a toy to you, some form of entertainment when you're bored!" Henry mentally cursed himself, thinking of how odd that phrase just came out. Emotions are building up inside, and before he could control himself, he let out a string of sentences that sent daggers to the man standing before him.

"I'm confused, frustrated, and I have no idea who the hell I am right now, ever since you showed up! How can you just…assault me out the blue and expect me to go along with it like I'm some kind of whore! What do you want! Exactly what the fuck do you want from me!" Henry panted after finishing his rant. Of all things, Walter certainly hadn't expected this. A small pang of remorse hit his heart as he watched the other's pained expression. What exactly did he want? He didn't know. Thinking for a moment, Walter came to a temporary conclusion.

"Well…I guess I've become infatuated with you." Walter finally stated in a flat voice.

"You---wha?" The brunette stopped in mid-sentence. Henry was at a loss for words, and all he could do was stare at Walter with a surprised look.

"I've got a crush on you, if you really wanted me to put it in simpler words." Walter stated matter-of-factly in response to Henry's expression.

"You call raping me in the middle of my bedroom infatuation!" Henry questioned.

"Alright, well, what did you expect me to do?" Walter asked, now curious.

"I dunno, ask me out, telling me how you feel, and NOT raping me as soon as I'm in your sight?" Henry replied sarcastically.

"You want me to ask you out?" Walter asked in mock surprise, a grin forming on his face.

"H-hey, I never said that!" Defended Henry.

"Well, let's make it a date, then, shall we? How about…tomorrow, South Ashfield Mall at 6? It's a Sunday, so you don't have work" Walter said with a wink.

"Look, I don't like you. I'm not gay, so I'm not going to go on a date with you, even if it costs my life." The brunette responded, his voice gaining more confidence.

"Hey, I'm not completely gay. I'm bi; I bend both ways. Besides…I wouldn't be so sure if you meant what you said…you sure looked and sounded like you enjoyed the sex." In a swift movement, the blonde jumped onto the windowsill.

"I…no!" returned Henry, quite pathetically.

"Well, it's been nice chatting but, I've got somewhere to go, so I'll see you tomorrow, sugar plum" Walter said jokingly as his laughter died out after jumping off the window, leaving a slightly red Henry, still trying to process exactly what just happened. A cold breeze slithered past the brunette, as he realized that he was still dressed in a towel around the torso.

'I actually meant it when I said I wouldn't go'

On the other side of town, in his luxury Corona Condominium Suite, sat Walter, on his modernized sofa, thoughts focused on a certain green-eyed brunette. Walter closed his eyes, and a picture of the brunette from this afternoon appeared in the blank, black space. Henry. Topless. Dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towel for twenty-five minutes. Has it only been that short? Walter swore it felt like an hour. The serial killer took a stretch as he rose from his beloved sofa, and proceeded to the closet in his room.

'Junk, junk…blue trench coat, pants, junk..' he thought as he browsed through the large walk-in closet. As the end of the line, he found his objective, covered in a plastic protector.

'Alright...now there's nothing more to worry about. Tomorrow's all in the bag.' Taking a quick glance at the clock that read 11:30, the blonde decided to call it a day and stripped to his boxers to start a shower.

'Gotta wake up early in the morning for preparations….' Walter thought and stepped into the stall.

Henry shifted comfortably in his bed, as his eyes slowly fluttered open at the sounds of birds. The receiver of wisdom gave a tired yawn, sat up, took a stretch and rubbed his eyes. The sunlight poured through his window, giving his room a warm, orange glow. Henry stepped out of bed and took a look outside. It was a beautiful morning, the air was sweet and fresh, and birds were chirping love songs across the wires of the telephone poles. A yellow finch chirped happily on Henry's windowsill, and it strangely reminded Henry of Walter. Suddenly, Henry had a strange image of the finch transforming into Walter, and entering his room. The brunette shook his head at the thought as he was reminded of a special event tonight.

'Well, no use thinking about it, since I'm not going anyways' Henry thought as he continued to write his resume with a lighter heart.

After three straight hours of working, Henry proofread, once again, and gave a satisfied nod at his finished product, and pressed the "Send" button. The 21st victim gave a long yawn, and soon fell asleep on his chair.

"Mmm….Eileen.."

Henry woke up later and peeked at the clock beside him. 'hmm…5 o'clock' Henry thought as his stomach let out a low growl. The brunette walked into the kitchen the opened the fridge, only to find that there was nothing left in it except for a bottle of chocolate milk. Frowning at the condition at hand, Henry reluctantly pulled on a shirt and jeans and went outside to shop for groceries. Once outside, Henry walked for ten minutes to the nearest grocery store and hastily picked out a frozen pizza, a package of Pepsi, some vegetables, apples, chocolate milk, and a bar of chocolate (he was secretly a chocoholic). After paying for all the items, the brunette walked out with three full plastic bags. Being too hungry to wait, Henry boarded a bus, which should take only five minutes to get to his house.

"Tiffany!" A young, tall woman's voice called out from behind him.

"Renee! How you've been doin' girl?" replied another young woman with long, black, locks; who, Henry assumed to be Tiffany.

"Tiff, you would NOT believe what I saw at the mall today," Renee said excitedly

"Lemme guess, Renne, another hot guy?"

"Aww, you spoiled the surprise…but he was soo droolworthy…." Renee said in a dreamy voice.

"Oh really? Tell me 'bout him"

"Well," Renee said with a blush on her cheeks "He's a blonde. And his hair is a bit long…anyways, he had green eyes and the best body shape—I could totally make out how he'll look underneath-- and he was just standing there, at the bench in front of the mall, like he was waiting for someone," Renee said, followed by a sigh. "Geez...why does all the hot guys in this world have to be taken?"

Henry must have been too into the conversation, since he was staring at the two the whole time, which was probably why Renee shifted away from him with an uncomfortable expression.

"South Ashfield Heights" announced the bus driver, and Henry quickly got descended the steps. The brunette reached his apartment, and opened the door, followed by a trip to the kitchen to refill his fridge. As soon as that was done, Henry slumped onto the couch, a string of thoughts running through his head.

Walter.

He was pretty sure that the girl named "Renee" was talking about Walter..

'Or…it could be someone else, with blonde hair…and green eyes…waiting for someone'

"and the best body shape"

'A good...body shape?' Henry questioned with a slight blush.

'Nah…not Walter. Definitely not Walter…'

Ahh fuck, who was he trying to kid?

'So...he's at the mall, waiting for me…but I don't want to go. Dammit…what the hell should I do? I can't believe he even went early… thought he was kidding too……. so...what if I were to leave him alone? Who gives a fuck? He used to kill you, remember?' Still, Henry could not erase the feeling of guilt for making another person wait. He took a look at the clock : 5:50. Fuck. Henry jumped to his feet and fished out his nicest-looking shirt and pants, and without a second thought, he took his wallet and keys and made a sprint for the door.

Henry ran all the way downstairs, not even bothering with the elevator, and onto the bus station. Luckily, a bus was just rounding the corner towards him. With a swift motion, Henry hastily dropped off the bus fare. And that's when he realized. It takes at least 30 minutes for the bus to reach the mall from his location.

Walter glanced at his watch as he stood there, at the bench, cool as a cucumber. At least, it seemed that way on the outside.

'6:05…maybe he's just caught in traffic' At least that's what he hoped for inside.

'I didn't think that I'd care so much if he came or not….but I hope he'd take me seriously.'

'6:05. Fuckfuckfuck. Can this bus get any slower?' a bead of cold sweat slid off Henry's face.

'If this keeps up, I'd be lucky to get there by 6:45'

Taking a look at the road ahead, Henry heaved a sharp sigh.

"Excuse me, but can you please open the door for me right now?" The brunette requested. Reluctantly, but surely, the bus driver opened the door. Henry gave a quick nod of appreciation and sprinted down the road.

Walter was practically pacing. '6:35…shit…it's late. I already extended his time by five minutes….I can't believe that he meant it….goddammit, why the fuck am I getting depressed?' Walter grimaced, and with a heavy heart, walked away.

……….

"WALTER!" A voice rang crystal clear.

Walter turned around to see an exhausted, but unmistakably Henry jogging towards him.

"Henry," Walter said with widened eyes.

"What? You don't sound so happy to see me. And I saw you—you were just about to give up, weren't you?" Henry said breathlessly.

"Hey, hold still for a sec," Walter said, as a gentle hand came up to Henry's cheek, gently caressing it. "Got some dirt on your cheek, Henry" Walter said with a grin. The sudden action caused Henry to slightly blush…and mentally slap himself.

"Liar."

"No, seriously. What were you doing, anyways?" asked Walter.

"Well…I'll be honest. It was a last-minute decision, and I caught the traffic in rush hour…" Henry huffed and rubbed the rest of the dirt off his cheek.

'..Guess I shouldn't have doubted him after all…….'

"Hey," Walter started, "I bet you're hungry. I've already made a reservation at Le Baton Rouge….."

Henry nodded contently and followed the older man in comfortable silence.

Le Baton Rouge….that isn't a moderately-priced restaurant. So far so good, I guess……

Henry suddenly snapped back to reality at the sound of Walter's words.

"You're oddly quiet today…….what's up?" asked Walter with curiosity.

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking, that's all…" murmured Henry.

"Yeah, bet you were thinking about me, right?" teased Walter. He quickly dodged a mock punch from Henry.

"In you dreams, prettyboy."

"See? You think I'm hot," Walter said, giving a wink. Henry suddenly looked away, trying to hide a blush. The blonde-haired man gave a chuckle inside.

"Well, looks like we're here…"

Henry turned his gaze towards the front, and was welcomed by a beautiful French restaurant. The bricks were smooth and crimson, with rose-shaped lights firmly attached to them. Red velvet curtains enshrouded the doors and right in the middle of the restaurant was a bright red sign that read Le Baton Rouge, in fancy handwritten letters.

"Henry, the food is IN the restaurant." Walter said, grinning to himself.

"I know that!" Henry answered aloud, and followed his date for the night.

TBB: Well, I hope you liked this chapter. At first, I didn't feel like continuing this story, but thanks to all your warm reviews, I'm determined to continue it! Thanks for reviewing, and please, keep them coming! They do make a difference!