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Chapter 9

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The next morning, Killer and I sat through the daily meeting trying to avoid all suspicions. We did fabulously, but of course, we wouldn't be able to hide this for long. 

I had already come out to the guys. They were proud of me (so was I). But now I actually had a boyfriend... 

Wouldn't it be sorta awkward or write to them? 

Or would they shrug it off? 

I hoped they would shrug it off... 

Well, Killer and I met in my room, and we talked about when and how we would tell the guys. We decided I'd be the one to tell them. 

But at first, I wouldn't tell them who. I'd just say I had a boyfriend. Eventually, Killer would tell them all dramatically (his suggestion. He has a lot of personality. ( ˘ ³˘)❤) that he's the one dating me. 

Then, he suggested that we conjure up machine guns and run away together and have a baby or something. We are not doing that. 

👍Let's see how the plan goes. 

"Guys..."

It was the next day after that. The guys were watching me intently. Except for Killer, but he had his own problems. 

"Yeah, Boss?" Horror asked. 

"What if... I had a boyfriend?"

The guys clapped. Except Killer, of course. Dust elbowed him, and he absentmindedly started to clap as well. 

"Way to go. We knew you weren't going to stay single forever. Who is it?"

"I won't tell you yet."

"Aw... Well, how long have you been together?"

I burst out laughing. Killer silently chuckled. 

"Two days."

"So I'm guessing Killer knows."

Killer snapped his head in Horror's direction. 

"Why?"

Horror shrugged. "Maybe because Boss really wanted to marry you."

Killer turned to me. "See? We should take our machine guns and run away together and have a baby."

"No machine guns. No running away."

"But you want a baby?"

I slapped him. "Too far ahead, Kills."

"OHHHHHHH! BOSS IS DATING KILLER!" Dust yelled. 

So now our plan was ruined, and Killer still wanted to take our nonexistent machine guns, run away, and have a baby. 

No. 

No. 

But I do love him... 

Just no... 

Of course it's thunderstorming. Fabulous setting to settle down all alone and read.

But I didn't actually get to do that. Why? Because dear old Killer came in, scared of the loud noises, asking if we can cuddle. I patted a spot on my bed, and he jumped over. 

"Oh, were you busy?" he asked, staring at my book light. "Sorry, Nighty..."

I smiled. He had already begun using that pet name for me. It was even more of a pet name than any other, seeing as his cat was named Nighty. (Not after me. In a way, I was named after the cat.)

"Please stay, I enjoy your company, Kills."

He snuggled up next to me. Eventually, I could hear his adorable, soft snores. I gave his forehead a light kiss before after awhile falling asleep myself. 

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