Pete: She's an American Beauty, I'm an American Pyscho..

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I͟͟ j͟͟u͟͟s͟͟t͟͟ w͟͟a͟͟n͟͟n͟͟a͟͟ s͟͟t͟͟a͟͟t͟͟e͟͟ t͟͟h͟͟a͟͟t͟͟ P͟͟a͟͟t͟͟r͟͟i͟͟c͟͟k͟͟ S͟͟t͟͟u͟͟m͟͟p͟͟ i͟͟s͟͟ i͟͟n͟͟d͟͟e͟͟e͟͟d͟͟ n͟͟o͟͟t͟͟ u͟͟g͟͟l͟͟y͟͟, c͟͟a͟͟u͟͟s͟͟e͟͟ t͟͟w͟͟o͟͟ o͟͟f͟͟ m͟͟y͟͟ f͟͟r͟͟i͟͟e͟͟n͟͟d͟͟s͟͟ c͟͟a͟͟l͟͟l͟͟e͟͟d͟͟ h͟͟i͟͟m͟͟ t͟͟h͟͟a͟͟t͟͟ 'n͟͟ i͟͟ w͟͟i͟͟l͟͟l͟͟ p͟͟e͟͟r͟͟s͟͟o͟͟n͟͟a͟͟l͟͟l͟͟y͟͟ b͟͟u͟͟r͟͟y͟͟ t͟͟h͟͟e͟͟m͟͟.

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Your eyes widen as you look around the area, seeing if anyone's been looking your way. A strange feeling is crawling up your back and you can't shake off the feeling you're being watched.

You're walking towards your car when you hear someone start approaching you. The person comes up right behind you and says,

"Hey, darling."

You sigh in relief, for it was just your friend Pete. Many people think he has a thing for you, but you don't see it. They also seem to think he's a sorta creep, or psycho, but you want to give him a chance.

"Oh, hey, Pete! Urm, you kinda scared me.." You said with a small smile.

"Sorry about that, I just really wanted to ask you something." He says leaning against a pole.

You nod for him to go on.

"I was wondering if you'd come to the movies with me?" Pete said grabbing your hands and intwining them with his.

A wave of uncertainty enters your mind. Something about the way he said it, and his actions, just made you have a hint of - per say - fear?

"Uhm, I guess it'd be ok!" You say with a false smile.

Pete smiles back and frees your hands from his grasp.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6:00 pm."

~Time Skip!~A/N and btw I'm going to the pop up shop both days in Chicago! Just in case any else is going! ^.^

You smoothen your dress out and grab a sigh. Pete won't tell you what movie you're seeing, and it honestly freaks you out. You got zero information from him besides that he's picking you up at 6:00pm, and to dress on the nicer side, for some unexplained reason.

You sit down and scroll through several channels before just settling on the news.

"Right now, there seems to be a man on the run who uses abandoned places to hurt women - per say. The way he gets to them, the woman and places, are unknown-"

A car pulls up in the front of your house and you make your way towards the door. You open the door as Pete is just about to knock.

He's dressed formally, wearing a tux with a small bow tie. The color theme being black and white, like the usual. His hands are behind his back and rocks gingerly back and forth while looking you up and down.

"I assume you're ready to go, (Y/N)?" Pete said, holding out his hand for you to take.

You nod and step out of your house into the night air.

Pete opens the car door for you and, after you get in, hops into the drivers seat. He turns the engine on, gets the navigation going, and pulls out of the drive way.

At first, it was just silence - with Pete humming here and there. After a while though, you begin to sense something wrong.

For one, Pete isn't following the navigation, which is a big red sign, and you guys were no where near any restaurants; good ones anyway.

"Pete-" is all you manage to get out before the car faults to a stop.

Pete quickly exits the car and opens the door on your side. In front of you is an abandoned house, and you, the girl, let's the realization hit you as Pete laces your arms together..

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