Summary: Bart is happy to find out the cute girl, who always rents 13 going on 30 every Friday, is into the same things he is.
Rating: Mature. Descriptions of murder
Words: 923
AN the gif isn't mine, but I couldn't find one and I can't see who it belongs to. So, credit to them whomever they are!
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Killing has always been your outlet. There is just something about it that is so therapeutic. Really if you weren’t so sure you would be arrested, you would encourage everyone you met to just do a little killing. Dip your toes in the water and just see how freeing it can be.
Honestly it was like a drug you couldn’t get enough of. Kind of like rom-com movies. And your favorite movie store just down the road from your apartment.
You know and the cutie working behind the counter.
You wish you knew his name, but always too shy to even ask and it didn’t look like he wore a name tag either. To your friends he was just ‘long hair movie cutie.’ He was also the reason you went in every Friday to rent 13 Going on 30, that movie with Jennifer Garner and Mark Ruffalo. It had you believing that love would always find a way and got you pumped to learn the dance to Thriller.
You never talked to him, just kind of always smiled at each other, but he always did slip some Twizzlers into your bag before handing it to you. You bet he was as sweet as the candy.
He was also very timid and you could tell. Always letting others push him around and call him names. You didn’t let them though. After smiling at your little sweetie you would follow the asswhole out to their car, pulling your pocket knife and slicing the guy's throats.
You smile as you wipe the blade on their shirt, guys never see it coming from behind.
This used to happen a lot, but over the next few months you saw movie guy get bolder, he even told you his name! It’s Bart! The two of you talked a bit more, you learned that he was taking really fun lessons from his friend Mike and he learned why you always rented the same movie every week.
“I believe in love.” You told him, a shy smile on your face. “I hope to find my one.”
Bart let out a breathy chuckle, “Yeah. Me too.”
One last goodbye to Bart and you were out the door. You wanted to stay longer, but some guy behind you in line was making crude comments at you. You just knew he was going to regret that.
You waited outside for him to finally come out, but then you waited for an hour and still nothing. Honestly it was so rude! Why would this jerk make you wait to kill him?
Another 10 minutes went by when you heard a loud thud of a car trunk closing. Curious, and a little blood thirsty, you crept around the corner to see Bart with blood splattered on his face and shirt, dusting his hands together like he had done something to be proud of.
“Bart?” He jumped at the sound of your voice. “Whatcha doing?”
“N nothing!’ He squeaked, hand snaking down to his waist where you saw the glint of a gun in the moonlight.
“Is that blood on your face?”
Oh no you caught him! How was he supposed to explain that he just murdered the guy he saw ogling you and saying all these rude things to you? He couldn’t just let that guy get away with mistreating you so he locked the store after you left, making sure he was alone with him, and bashed his head in before dragging him out back to his car.
“Oh my god did you just kill someone?!” The demented smile on your face threw him for a loop. It was as though you were happy for him. “Oh lucky! I was waiting for that guy out here, but he had the nerve to stand up his own killer. It was rude.”
You were happy for him, but also jealous at the same time. You really needed that kind of outlet tonight.
“Y you… kill?” He started timid though his body relaxed at the revelation.
“Oh yeah! Have been for a few months now. They never look for women serial killers.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a female serial killer.”
You smile and wander over to him, your hand coming up to wipe some of the blood off his cheek. Bart froze at the close contact. Over the smell of iron he could smell your perfume. The heavenly scent made him feel a little weak in the knees and the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks and ears.
“Well now you have! Who did you kill?”
“I’m actually the reason your kill is so late.”
You gasp, eyes going to the trunk. “YOU took my kill?! Aw man.” You sigh and go to the passenger side of his car, opening the door as you look at him with a pout on your lips. “I’ll forgive you this time because you’re cute, but next time I won’t be so nice.”
Bart scrambled to the driver's seat to follow you. When he finally got inside, he looked at you with wide eyes.
“W what are you doing?”
“Well we are going to go on our first time! No better time than disposing of a body!”
At your joyous voice Bart started the car, backing up and driving away.
“I don’t want this to be our first date,” he said with a shy smile on his lips, “I want to take you somewhere romantic.”
You laugh at his sincerity. “Then I will hold you to that, Bart.”
