Blog of a Killer

Day eight: Mine

Miss Jennings, if you're wondering why I haven't been myself lately, that's why. Daniel's parents are looking for a new home and Daniel says they're living in a flat for the time being and may be staying there permanently.

We met at break by the steps, by the only place we could. We normally talk for a while and then end up making out to the point that we know we can't continue because we'll go to far or it'll make us miss one another.

Only the other day I was stroking Daniel's hair and making him giggle and moan under those alarmingly pink sheets. Now it's different. Now everyone is avoiding me and Oliver is on my back. So now I'm on my back, looking up at the clouds and birds above whilst I feel Daniel stroking up and down my chest, kissing my neck.

I can't help but look over at my Daniel. My Daniel. I feel responsible for him, I feel as if I am his guard dog. I growl a little, my hands pressing to his crotch. His breath bubblegum scented and his hair smelling of the grass that we lay upon. We know that we shouldn't be together, even punks and nerds in school don't talk, let alone me and him.

I put in one earphone and give Dan the other. Music sends us to a whole other world, as we begin to kiss on the grass, kissing away every sorrow and worry I have. They melt on his lips as we kiss a little deeper. The earphones fall out of our ears as I nuzzle Daniel and hear him giggle, "oh Jimmy... you pretend to be a big meanie but really you're just a big softie. A teddy bear trying to be a cobra. It doesn't work on me."

"Daniel, can we just stay here. Nobody's here but us. I don't want to lose you because of something I didn't do."

"Trust me, they'll all hate themselves for blaming you." Daniel stroked my hair, "I've never known what love feels like, let alone sex. You've shown me how both feel. They feel amazing with you. You're not a bad guy, you're just misunderstood."

Misunderstood? What is to understand? People only walk past others and see their appearance, not their story.

Daniel takes my jacket off me and wears it. It's a fake leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders. Despite how "punk" the jacket is, Daniel makes it look cute.

"I would let you have my jacket but it's much to small for you." He looked up through his silver frames at me, "and it's pink."

Everything is pink with him, pink and bright and beautiful. They say colour reveals a lot about a person. Daniel is bubbly, cutesy and blushes a lot. Burgundy is deep and royal, but I have nothing royal about me.

After lying in the grass for a while, we both stood up and said our goodbyes as we both walked to class. I don't know if I can stand seeing him like this and only like this. My Daniel.