If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter 23

Bob looked down at Caitlyn, sleeping soundly atop of him.

"As flattered as I am, I have to be up for work tomorrow, and you need to be ready for university too," Bob said softly.

Bob gently moved Caitlyn off him and lay her on his bed. He got up off the bed and grabbed his car keys.

"Only eight pm? But you're asleep already," Bob chuckled.

Bob doubted that he'd be able to carry Caitlyn down the stairs, and there was no lift that worked.

"Looks like I'll have to wake you. What a shame; you look so peaceful."

'I wish that I could the same for myself,' Bob added silently.

Bob pocketed his car keys and stood over Caitlyn, smiling. After a few moments , Bob reached out and shook Caitlyn gently. Caitlyn's eyes opened slowly. She sat up and stretched.

"Did I fall asleep?" Caitlyn asked, yawning.

"You did, Caitlyn," Bob chuckled. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket and jangled them.

"Home time? Already? But it's only eight-ish!" Caitlyn protested.

"Yes, sadly it's home time," Bob laughed, "You fell asleep, so I know that you're tired. And I have so much marking to do."

"It's not like you to say 'so much'. It's informal," Caitlyn giggled.

"Fine," Bob rolled his eyes, "I have a lot of marking to do."

"Okay, Professor Bob," she giggled.

"Alright, let's get you home," Bob said, pocketing his car keys once again.

Caitlyn followed Bob out of the apartment, down the stairs and into the drive-way.

"It's getting dark already," Bob muttered.

"It's October already," Caitlyn replied. Bob saw Caitlyn's eyes sparkle with realisation, "Halloween!"

"Not until the end of the month," Bob chuckled.

"Do you celebrate Halloween? You know, because you're British and all," Caitlyn asked.

"Caitlyn, in England, Halloween is as big a thing as it is here," Bob said, "However, I'm nearly forty. I think I'll just stay indoors," he chuckled.

"Nooo! You have to go with meee," Caitlyn whined.

"Okay then, but I'm not dressing up," Bob insisted.

"You so are!"

"We'll see when it gets here," Bob said.

"You're so grown up already!" Caitlyn giggled, getting into the front passenger seat.

"Whatever do you mean?" Bob joked.

Bob got into the driver seat and turned the key in the ignition. As he drove away, Caitlyn squealed, startling Bob. Slamming on the brakes, Bob turned to Caitlyn.

"Whatever is the matter?" Bob asked, trying not to sound irritated.

"Sorry! Sorry! There was a shooting star!" Caitlyn giggled.

"You are clearly very tiered," Bob chuckled, driving again.

"I've just realised," Caitlyn said, "Your steering wheel is on the right, not the left."

"It's a British car," Bob explained, "well- made in Europe, but I've had this car ever since I was around twenty."

"You've had this car for twenty years?!" Caitlyn exclaimed.

"Well, nine-teen if we're being pedantic, but I turn forty in November," Bob replied.

"It's your birthday next month! You weren't going to tell me, were you!" Caitlyn giggled.

"You're right, I wasn't. But I called myself out with my British heritage," Bob chuckled.

"What day in November?"

"Not telling," Bob said in a sing-song way.

"I'll tickle you until you tell me!"

"I'm driving!"

"I'll tickle you later," Caitlyn said, narrowing her eyes, trying to be deadly serious. Bob snorted with laughter. 

"Not. A. Chance!" Bob laughed.

"I bet you're really ticklish," Caitlyn giggled.

"Maybe, maybe not. But you aren't going to find out," Bob replied, pulling up outside Caitlyn's house.

"You're not driving anymore!" Caitlyn cried, lunging at Bob. Bob yelped in surprise, and then resolved into helpless laughter as Caitlyn tickled him viciously.

"Stop! Stop! I'll kill us both, I swear!" Bob squealed.

"Tell me when your birthday is!" Caitlyn cried, giggling and persisting in tickling Bob.

"Never! Unhand me!" Bob gasped, trying to twist away.

"Okay! November the 8th!" Bob relented, trying to hide beneath the dash-board.

"Thank youu," Caitlyn sang.

"You're so mean!" Bob chuckled, getting out of the car.

Caitlyn giggled and got out of the other side.

"If you EVER try anything like that again," Bob threatened jokingly.

"You are so ticklish," Caitlyn mused.

"I should've known you were serious by that look you gave me in the car," Bob laughed.

"Yup," Caitlyn giggled.

Bob held Caitlyn's hand as he walked her to the door.

"Your hair is so fluffy," Caitlyn mumbled, leaning against Bob sleepily.

"Yes, I suppose it is," Bob replied.

Caitlyn unlocked her front door and kissed Bob goodbye.

"Note to self: NEVER give Caitlyn a reason to tickle you," Bob chuckled, getting back into his car.

The drive home was very quiet, and a little lonely, but Bob managed to make it home without feeling too sad.

Bob opened his apartment door and entered the bedroom, solitary. He sighed and sat on his bed. Bob picked up his brief-case from the floor and took the assignments  out of it. Dropping the brief-case beside him on the bed, Bob stole a glance at his bandaged wrist.

"Well this is going to be fun to explain," Bob sighed, "Why must I always do the most stupid of things?!"

Bob looked at the clock with dismay. It was now ten to nine pm, and Bob still had three piles of essays to mark.

"There has to be a easier job," Bob muttered, sorting the assignments into classes.

This was going to be a long night.