Brian and you are at a quiet restaurant, sharing a meal of burgers and fries. Being his accomplice wasn't...too bad. You helped with the bodies, he'd help you, a strictly platonic relationship. But either way you'd still feel sick at the whole thing. You were just a normal school girl, smart, acing almost all your classes, and now you're the accomplice of a serial killer, him. You sat there, swirling your fry in the sauce, thinking.

Brian looks at you and slowly stops chewing, he stares at you, he knew what was bothering you, but still decided to ask.

"Why so quiet?" He asks in a low tone, he dips a fry in the sauce.

You look up at him. Why am I so quiet? Maybe because we buried a body 15 minutes ago, maybe because theres still dried up blood underneath my finger nails, you think to yourself. You say all of this and yet you can't shake that feeling that you have towards him, how hypocritical. Everytime you look at him, you see a killer, and yet he takes care of you.