The Gnawing Hunger

Best Laid Plans

Surprisingly it really didn't take much for Bo to convince Hawthorne to come with. The bastard seemed keen on hanging out with them after he ate. But, Bo wasn't entirely certain of the reasons why. Though he had the feeling that he didn't trust him to be alone with Xander. Which nearly made him laugh as he stared at the side of Hawthorne's head. Just what in the Hell was he afraid of? That Bo would spill the beans to Xander or something?

Maybe that their relationship was more romantic than Thorn thought.

The romantic part was the only part that wasn't true. Of course, once they were in town he'd do that. Tell Xander everything that had happened during the days they'd been there. Something that he was still totally going to do once they were in town. They hust had to get to a God damn gas station or something. Since that probably would be the only time they'd have a plausible reason to leave Hawthorne completely alone. At least as far as Bo could come up with, it was a good reason for them to be alone.

When the movie was over Bo, Xander, and Hawthorne walked to the entryway. Only Bo and Xander slipped on a pair of shoes before heading out. While Hawthorne toyed with what remained of Arthur's hoodie. It made him somewhat uncomfortable to know that it was his late best friend's hoodie this monster was wearing. And a small part of him hoped that they could get it back afterwards.

So he could clean off the blood and give it to Arthur's parents.

Once they got their jackets on, they headed out of the house. Bo hurrying over to the passenger-side door and getting in. While Xander got into the driver-side. Hawthorne getting to the back seat from the same side as his only living best friend. Something that caused his stomach to twist as he glanced back at him. Watching the bastard buckle himself in. While buckling himself in as well, he tried to think of what he was going to do say to Xander. What kind of plan they were going to have to get rid of Hawthorne.

He couldn't keep Xander out of the loop.

It was probably one of the reasons that-oh fuck, he couldn't allow himself to linger on that toxic thought train. Who even knew if waking Xander and Arthur would even keep Arthur safe? Hell, it might have made things a whole lot worse. Right now, he had to tell Xander his plan so they could handle the creature sitting behind him. So as carefully as possible he leaned over to whisper into his remaining friend's ear. His tone was too low for Hawthorne to possibly be able to hear as he whispered,"When we get into town, we need to talk about Hawthorne."

Before Xander could even open his mouth, Bo lifted a finger to his own lips. Along with the most subtle shake of his head. Doing his best to convey to his friend that he couldn't speak right then. Afraid that Thorn would start fighting if Xander spoke up. When his friend nodded his head in silent agreement, he smiled slightly. Feeling slightly hopeful that his plans were finally working.

With that, he slipped back into his seat as carefully as possible. Ignoring the pointed looks that Hawthorne was giving him from the backseat. Or the strange sensation that was crawling up his spine from it. Nearly like fear and excitement. Both of which Bo wasn't entirely certain of what he felt more of. What he was certain of was the amount of fury that Thorn was possibly feeling towards him.

Bo didn't need to turn around to look him in the eyes to know that.

Soon as Xander pulled out of the driveway, he made a note to not be alone with him. Otherwise he was going to be more then likely tortured into submission. A horrendous feeling in his gut was telling him that. As if he really something like this to say not be alone with the little creep. Another part of him was worried that once they got into town, Hawthorne would try to corner him. Force him to tell him everything that he had been planning to this point. With that freaky connection the damn creature forced upon him.