Dear Diary | Proxies

xiv. killers and seizures

Dear Diary,
I'm love with killers. Real killers.

"Toby, I'm going to make you sit in the corner if you don't calm down." Brian's voice was firm from the other room, and I found myself pulling away from Tim a bit so I could stare at where the voices had come from. Toby had wanted to make lunch for us for the day, and Brian said he would chaperone. Apparently, the boy had once set the kitchen on fire in a motel they were staying at, and that's why he couldn't cook alone.

Once they didn't make any more worrying noises, I curled back into Tim's side. He was watching some random sitcom on my TV and had barely even reacted to any noises the others had made as he watched. I had almost thought he was asleep for a moment, but then he shifted so he was closer to me and sighed lowly. I looked over, meeting his gaze. My eyes fell to his lips before quickly looking back to his eyes once I realized, and he laughed at the sight.

He leaned forward more – only an inch or two between us now. I could feel his breath across my face, and it made my body ignite in flames. The hand that was wrapped around my shoulder moved down, cupping my hip and pausing there, and then, he kissed me. It was slow, lazy, but I couldn't help but grin into the action, one of my hands raising to grip the fabric of his shirt. A quiet smack was heard as we pulled away only to push back into each other, quickly growing more into it by the second.

Then, I was pulling up and turning around, placing a thigh on either side of his so I could kiss him head-on. Tim let out a shuddering sigh at the feeling, and both of his hands now moved to grab my ass. His hand had begun to crawl up my shirt slowly, and I couldn't help the moan at the warmth against my cold skin, my hips bucking.

However, we were rudely interrupted not a few seconds later. "L-lunch is re-ea-AHHHHHH!" Toby screamed loudly at Tim and I as he pranced into the room, and I pulled away so fast I almost toppled off the couch. Toby covered his eyes with his hands and turned before running face-first into the wall and falling into a heap on the ground.

Brian peaked his head around the corner at the scream and snorted loudly before disappearing again. I quickly picked myself off of Tim and jogged over to the boy on the ground. He stared at me with dizzy eyes and sucked in a breath like he was going to scream again, but I quickly covered his mouth, hushing him.

"Stop yelling like he's murdering me, Tobes. Did you say lunch was ready?" He stilled in my grip before nodding, his eyes still wide. "Come on, then." I pulled my hand from his mouth and extended it to him. He took it, letting me help him stand.

Tim grumbled to himself about how loud Toby was all the time before following the two of us into the kitchen and sitting beside Brian like he always did. Toby had made chicken noodle soup and cut up some French bread for us, and I found myself smiling at the food as I began to eat. We were quiet for a while, just the clanging of spoons and sound of Toby obnoxiously chewing filling the room, but it was interrupted by Brian setting down his spoon and clearing his throat. I looked up at him, catching the sight of the faceless man through the window before he disappeared again.

"So, we have to talk."

I felt my entire body seize up at the sentence. They weren't leaving, were they? They wouldn't do that. They wouldn't. I took a deep breath and put my spoon down too. "Okay," I trailed off. "About what?" I tried focusing so my voice didn't crack.

Toby scooted a bit closer, laying his head on my shoulder. "I need you to promise not to freak out, okay?" I stayed quiet, just stiffly nodding so he'd continue. "We are killers." He went quiet for a second, waiting for me to respond.

I picked my spoon back up at the sentence and swirled it around the soup. "Yeah? I know, you said you were hunters for a living."

"No," Brian stressed, "we don't kill animals. We kill people."