STOLEN CONFESSIONS | yandere.

ii | i'm on your side

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SPACE SONG | BEACH HOUSE

somewhere in these eyes, i'm on your side.

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Samuel sneered in disgust as a bit of his blood splattered on his silk white button-up. His clothes definitely weren't cheap. Oh, how he hated getting his hands unintentionally dirty. Sam wanted to kick the old man's body for daring to stain his shirt but then he'd risk dirtying his dress shoes. He didn't want a reminder of this monster on his clothing pieces.

"You're so cruel~" A voice cooed. Sam didn't flinch as an arm dropped over his shoulders, pulling him inward towards the person. Johnny, the one who committed the crime, grinned down mischievously at the boy. Sam only stared blankly at the man, finding discomfort with the limb being draped over him.

"What are you doing here," Sam deadpanned, feeling annoyed when Johnny's smile widened, his eyes twinkling from being acknowledged by his favorite person.

"I came to watch you!" He exclaimed, maintaining his happy expression. Until he realized Sam really didn't care for his reason, typing away meticulously at his phone, informing his client his job had been completed. Johnny's smile dropped, glaring down at the object Samuel held as if it would run away from his intimidating stare.

Samuel, invested in his phone, smiled sincerely when a notification popped up on his screen, notifying him they put the money where he had requested. An hour away from his current location. Not to mention, he was another hour away from his apartments. It's a good thing school starts at 9:30 instead of 8:30 tomorrow. But either way, he's used to the lack of sleep, so it really didn't matter.

"Sweet...But I gotta go," Samuel muttered, brushing Johnny off his body to make his way over to his Honda Fit, the car of his dreams with the amount of trunk space it held when Sam folded the send row of seats forward. Perfect for storing and hiding the items he needed to successfully complete his job.

Upon the curt dismissal of the younger, Johnny felt his heart shatter from the rejection and tried saving himself from the humiliation Samuel put him through. "W-Wait! Sammy, I don-"

Johnny stopped in his tracks, taking a step back when he peered into the glaring eyes of Sam. The boy, looking over his shoulder, was staring with utter hatred toward Johnny. He felt his heart quicken both in fear and strangely desire. Sam, in all his beauty, was just far too hard to resist, even for this old 24-year-old man. But anything remotely beyond coworkers would never happen.

"Don't call me Sammy," Samuel bit out, giving Johnny one last look of anger before waltzing off, leaving Johnny to sputter stupidly on his own words. He was far too flustered to form any words.

"Sa- Wa- Wha- Sam! Wait please I'm sorry," He whined, his long strides quickly, and annoyingly catching up to Sam who was busy walking to his vehicle. "C-Can I drive with you, please? I-"

"No," Samuel replied, fetching his car keys out of his slack pocket to open the trunk. He needed to place the small dagger he used to kill the man in a plastic bag to not soil his car. Blood will always be a hassle to clean up.

"But I didn't bring a car!" Johnny revealed, waving his hands in the air. Samuel, who was just trying to get his money and go back to his apartments, froze, the plastic bag in his hand finally concealing the knife away.

Sometimes, he couldn't believe this dumbass.

"And how would you not bring a car?" Samuel asked in irritation, ripping off the wig that hid his natural curly black hair. It was just a light disguise in case anything went wrong because Sam couldn't trust anyone. The only real reason he could "trust" Johnny was because they're in the same line of work. If Samuel was brought down, he wouldn't hesitate to drag Johnny through the mud with him.