For K

"Its like heaven, kevin."

It's been a week, and Kevin and I have been hanging out. 2 days ago, we where in his camper and he was teaching me how to play a little guitar. I know a lot, but he was teaching me some tricks. I felt like I really needed that, awkwardly.
It's finally Monday again, the second week of school. Jaime climbs into my window this morning. It's 6:05 AM. "Yo yo yo." She howls.
"Jaime shut the fuck up my dad isn't awake yet." I laugh, as I say aggravated. "HEY JAIMES." My dad yells from his bedroom.
"LIZZY DONT USE THAT LANGUAGE!" He also yells.
"Aha- sorry dad!" Jaime walks over to me and asks if I want to go somewhere for breakfast. I say ok, and we go to some cute diner across the street from school. I have a cappuccino, and some French toast. She gets the same, but with whipped cream. Classic Jaime. We run into Kevin! He may be stalking me, but that's kinda cute. Quirky cute. "Baby!" He says, as he runs up to me and hugs me. We finish hugging and he kisses my cheek. "How's it going, K?" I've started to call him "K" over the past few days. "Oh, you're still with that aren't you? Haha."
Jaime is just staring like, the fuck is going on? She looks like a deer in headlights, like she's just seen the ugliest thing. K turns around, and she waves fast. She quickly looks back to me and signals for the ladies room. I ask him to excuse us.
"Liz, what the hell is that? He is not for you. No no no. He's like everyone else."
"Jaime, trust me. My dad even knows he's the one. My fucking dad!" Some lady walks in while we're talking and I don't even notice. She was completely eavesdropping!! We ran out once we noticed. Jaime called a friend to pick her up to take her back to school. We hugged, and she left. I payed for the meal, and Kevin gave me a kiss as we walked out of the diner and into his beautiful car.
He drove me to school and played some Jim Morisson. I love Kevin so much. I can't even begin to explain how sappy I feel for him. This is some movie shit. And it's not too good to be true. It's reality. And I can feel that I will love him until the end of time. Even the day I die, my soul will live on for him. He changes the song to sweet child of mine by guns n' roses. "WOAHHHHH WOAH OH SWEET CHILD OF MINE!!!" We yell at the chorus and then completely crack up laughing. He pulls over and starts making out with me in the car. Oh, boy, he can't stop! It's 6:47, so we have a few more minutes. Just enough, even. He turns the music all the way up. We drive back to his trailer. Hopefully my dad doesn't see. We run in, and he gets the keys to his pickup truck. We drive it to downtown, and we stop in front of a building somewhere. We climb onto the back, and start cuddling, enjoying the gangster art scenes. It's like Detroit, just more New Yorkers. (the creator of this story lives in Michigan heyy - Kayla) I put my head on his chest and he puts his arm around me and sets it on my stomach. He tickles me a little. "Kevin stop!!!" I say as I laugh so hard that, I practically almost pissed my pants. He finally stops after tickle torturing me for what felt like hours (it was 2 minutes.) in front of all of downtown. Quirky, but kinda cute. He takes his shirt off. And last time when we had sex, I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't realize he was embedded with tattoos. They where everywhere. All over his upper body. It was very hot, he was naturally flaming anyways. There was all kinds of things. Flames, skulls, and such. But one I specifically liked more then the others. It was a snake with ivy wrapped around it. And it was the only blue ink tattoo he had, the rest where all black ink. He said he was going to get my face tattooed but I said that maybe he shouldn't because I might never look the same. I might never sound the same. Or go by the same name. Who fucking knows? Anyways, his long, shoulder length hair blew in the wind as he looked into the distance and saw someone he knew. Someone he wasn't affiliated with. Kevin stood up and jumped off the back of the truck,  telling me to sit in the car. But I open the window and listen to their conversation. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Kevin says. "Not much, little bitch." Says the guy. I begin to feel anxious and nervous. "Fuck off." Kevin screams into his face. I turn around and move to the back of the truck so I can see what's going on. Shit. I see Kevin reach behind him and grab a gun from the back of his belt. He cocks it and point it at the guy. "Times up." He says and shoots at the guy, right in the head. K then runs into the car and starts it. We drive off to his trailer, going at least 170 miles per hour. While we're merging lanes, I ask him what happened. "Lizzy, I'm a gangster. Surprise." "So am I." I say. And he laughs and says, "I'm a murderer. I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you." "K, I love the crime life. I was born to kill. Oh shit, we're like Bonnie and Clyde!"
"That's a great movie. - but anyways, are you sure you love me enough to keep me even though I'm insane?" He says with a worrying tone. "Hell yes." I say. We then pull into the trailer parking. We get out of the car, walk into the trailer and he opens the fridge. He tossed me a nice glass of Diet Coke, and I unscrew the top. We sit on the couch and watch tv until the sun sets. I call my dad and tell him I'm with Kevin. He approves. The second I hang up Kevin grabs me and sucks my neck. Once he stops I lay him down and make out with him and in between breaths, I whisper, "I love you daddy." I suddenly get the urge to have some water. So I go get a glass, and he turns the TV on. MTV's metal mania. Classic. "Kevin, why you always watching TV?" "Baby come back here." We cuddle up and fall asleep until 6:00.
When I wake up, it's because I'm startled by sudden pounding on the door "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR BEFORE I KICK IT DOWN!" "Hide Lizzy, go!" I run and hide to the bathroom and lock the door. I go in the cabinet under the sink where I can still hear them.
"Hey what you want?" Says Kevin. "Get your punk ass out of here. You killed one of my brothers. And Metallica isn't gonna solve your fucking problems." I begin to worry. Not that I wasn't, but my heart is pounding. I unlock the door and quietly walk out as I hear a gun cock, followed by a gun shot.