Message in a Bottle.

8.

Bo was even more nervous now.

Dolly had come up onto his boat that day, telling Bo she'd gotten her other two friends to agree to meet him which made Bo so anxious that as soon as Dolly left, he needed to drink half his water canteen to settle his stomach.

He'd taken an early end that day.

No one was home. Vincent probably off buying more coloured pencils and what not while Lester was either grocery shopping or at the bookstore.

In other news, Bo figured he'd be alone a while.

While unlocking the door, Bo was suddenly very aware of the fact he was being watched.

Turning, he nearly jumped a foot in the air at their neighbour Michael suddenly standing there when Bo hadn't heard him come up nor had he been around previously.

"Holy fuckin-don't do that!" Bo exclaimed and Michael just stared at him, face hidden behind a Jack-O-Lantern mask other than piercing blue eyes.

Bo huffed, knowing he wouldn't get a proper response from the man,

"What D'ya need then?"

Michael raised his hands, signing,

"Sugar"

Bo raised an eyebrow,

"You bake? Y'know what, never mind, should have some...come in"

Bo unlocked the door, heading inside with Michael following.

Heading to the kitchen, Bo got Michael a little carton of sugar and headed over to the man who was staring at something.

"Here" Bo said, offering the sugar to Michael who just stared at Bo then signed again,

"You saved that Mer all those years ago"

Bo could feel his hackles metaphorically rise,

"Yea, and?"

"You still see her, don't you?"

"Look if you're gonna beat me up I'd rather you don't monologue at me"

Bo could have sworn he heard Michael chuckle at that from behind that mask.

"I don't care if you do or don't, but I can come along"

Bo raised an eyebrow,

"And do what?"

Michael shrugged, "You've heard what people call me"

Bo had. Down at the church, everyone and their parakeets were convinced Michael was the Antichrist.

Which if that was true, Michael had to be the most polite bringer of chaos and destruction Bo had ever met.

"So, what? You'll be our bodyguard?" Bo asked and Michael nodded,

"There's three of you, yes but if these chucklefuck's think you have the antichrist with you, they won't even come near your boat or your mer"

Bo nodded slowly. That made sense. He didn't doubt Michael's intentions...

"Sure, fine...but what? You're just gonna give us your protection Pro Bono or something?"

At that, Michael grabbed the container of sugar from Bo, holding it up and Bo could feel the shit head grin that Michael had.

Bo's nerves made him scowl despite really wanting to laugh at that,

"Fine, you know what time we sail at"

"I do"

And with that, Michael was gone. Bo blinked, shaking his head and walking off to his room.

Michael may not have been the antichrist, but he was about as creepy as it.