logan was my everything, i was madly in love with him, but he could never know that. the only person who did was traves, but alas he wouldnt tell me what logan really wanted or why he hungout with me. But tonight i was gonna make a move. see logan and i had been weed buddies for about 8 months now and i was just so infatuated with him. Logan on the other hand, had other plans. see all logab wanted was some good weed from this ugly whore traves introduced him to. she seemed to be very naive and easy to manipulate. atleast thats what i thought.
an hour into this party logan took the bong and some weed and the girl followed, she was going to make her move. they went up to the balcony where when logan wasnt looking she started leaning in and closing her eyes. astonished as what was about to happen. logan took her bong and started beating her repeatedly till she died. traves saw the whole incident and knew they had to cover this one up. so they blames weston koury
“Seriously! I’ve never been to a museum for American history or like- any other history. The only museum that comes to mind is an art museum or something.” You admit while sitting in the living room with Jawsh.
“You’re serious?” Jawsh looks at you in disbelief. You nod, laughing.
“Dead serious.” He shakes his head.
“Unbelievable. Not even for like a school trip?”
“Nope, just art museums.” You reply.
“You gotta let me take you to one.” He decides. Your heart flutters. He wants to take you to one? Just you?
“Your pick, tomorrow, lets go.” You grin, he nods while pulling out his phone.
“The Autry. It’s all about the American West. I’ll get the tickets if you drive.” You agree and stand from your seat, hearing Schlatts maniacal laughter upstairs.
“What are they recording?”
“No clue.” Jawsh responds, standing as well.
“Wanna go play Mario Kart in the theatre room?” You invite, he gladly accepts and you two spend the rest of the evening gaming.
You wake up in your room at about nine. You throw on your favorite shirt and pants, and get ready for the museum. Downstairs, Jawsh is talking with the others about the day he has planned.
“It’s such a shame she’s never been to a history museum, they’re so cool.” Jawsh shakes his head.
“Yeah it’s pretty cool you get to take her as a first date.” Ted mentions. Jawsh gives him a weird look, but then it turns into a sort of enlightenment.
“Why would it be a date?”
“She totally likes you dude.” Schlatt snorts.
“She does?” Jawsh is flattered, but also sort of disappointed.
“Oh yeah, totally.” Cooper reassures. Before Jawsh can respond, you walk down the stairs, ready to go. Jawsh grins and follows you out while you grab your keys.
“Wow, I can’t believe I’ve never been to a history museum. I see what you’re on about now.” You compliment while taking a bite of your sandwich. You bought lunch in the cafe and were now having a little picnic in the outdoor area.
“Me neither.” Jawsh mumbles, snacking on some chips.
“So, what do you wanna do after this?” You ask, shifting in your seat.
“I wanted to go look in the early weapons section, then afterwards I don’t really mind.” He nods. You agree and finish up, throwing away your trash.
Jawsh looks like a kid in a candy store. You really didn’t think he’d like the weapons section this much, but it seems as if his eyes have glossed over and he’s in heaven. You grow confused as Jawsh sticks his arm out to touch one of the clubs. He of all people should know not to touch museum items. You go to stop him when he swiftly bashes your skull in with the artifact. Your vision goes white and hot, before you feel nothing. Jawsh has killed you in the middle of the Autry Museum in Los Angeles. Jawsh is convicted of first degree murder, sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole for his actions. He claims to have been possessed by the seventh president of the United States, Andrew Jackson.
