"How do I know you're not a complete and total psychopath planning on murdering me and hiding my body in your basement?" Alister questions as Deion clutches the stick shift of the 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
"First off- I wouldn't tell you if I planned on murdering you, most psychopaths don't, you know? Secondly, I wouldn't hide you in my OWN basement, that's just stupid. I would cut you into tiny pieces and feed you to my dog- that I would buy specifically for that reason," Deion replies in a completely serious tone.
"Sounds like a solid plan. What about the bloody clothes? That would incriminate you, especially since you were the last person I saw. And the bloodstains on the car? That would never come out," Alister replies nonchalantly as if they were not conversing about his own hypothetical murder.
"Well, obviously I wouldn't be killing you in my car, dumbass. I would take you to a different location first, and if I were really prepared I would have
a body bag in the backseat," Deion says and Alister glances at the backseat, audibly relieved when no body bag is found.
Deion laughs lightly as Alister returns his good humor with a glare and a frown.
"Where are we even going?" Alister asks grumpily and Deion rolls his eyes.
"Easy, killer. We're almost there," He responds.
Deion glances over at Alister asleep in the passenger seat. It's been about five minutes, he was out in two, Deion noted. One minute he was glaring all moody like, and in another he was sound asleep.
The only time a frown doesn't rest on his face is when he is sleeping, Deion thinks.
Deion reaches across the seat, his hand only lightly brushing the other sleeping boy's leg-- before causing him to jolt awake. He glares moodily through blurry eyes and Deion laughs easily.
"Come on, we're here," Deion says softly, and Alister nods, shaking his head slightly as if to wake himself up. Both boys seem to ignore the electricity still powering through them as Deion removes his hand.
They walk silently together, side by side. Their hands resting at their sides, their eyes focused on anything but each other. They keep walking until Deion pulls Alister back by the corner of his sleeve. Deion points in front of him to where a large, rusty, metal gate stands at about 12 feet tall. Alister glances at the boy beside him. He raises his eyebrows when Deion turns to him with a mischievous smile.
"Ready to climb?" Deion asks.
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You Make Me Sane
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