Give Us a Chance (BoyxBoy)

Unexpected

How am I feeling today?

Let me think...

Homicidal

What is the point of therapists, all they do is ask stupid questions and think they're helping.

Guess what, you're not.

"Brilliant'' I say flatly, and she writes something down. Probably how my sarcasm means I'm "worsening".

They all think I'm depressed and this is the 2nd therapist session I've been to. I didn't argue,even though they're wrong, I played along with it, it could end up being an advantage in some situations.

"Ethan" My therapist says softly, sympathetically. "How are you really feeling?"

I sigh and then say sarcastically "I'm so fucking horrible. My world is crashing down around me. I'm so unloved by my parents. In fact, I damn cried myself to sleep last night. I think I might start weeping right now."

I made a dramatic sad face "Aren't you going to write something horrible down about my behaviours so you can share it with my "concerned" parents."

She just smiled, again sympathetically, I hate it when they smile. "You could go Ethan"

I got up from the couch slowly, already deciding what I was going to do. Then I smiled. "Have a nice week"

She was my first victim.

***

Being a pizza guy sucks. I mean driving around the city, sometimes delivering pizza to girls that annoy me, and worst of all, having those annoying girls scream over how cute I am and how adorable my accent is and how much they want my number. But then, that is why I took the job.

My therapist? Dead within the next two weeks. Food poisoning.

It made me feel good when she was on the news, pronounced dead due to food poisoning that they couldn't find the source of.

One thing about me: Child prodigy

I won't bore you with the story of how I got it into her food but I will tell you that it was pretty fun.

And being a pizza guy means I have access to addresses, names and certain credit card numbers.

Sometimes I just poison them, but when I'm really bored I just find the right person and shoot them in the head and make it look like a suicide. And with those people with scars everywhere I carve a nice farewell message in their skin.

Another thing about me: As straight as a rainbow slinky

And that is how I learned all about Daniel Uribe

So today my boss gave me my list of deliveries like every other day, and it was the usual work bringing every last pizza to the car. But today felt different.

Maybe is was the rain, or maybe it was that I didn't have the urge to strangle that God forsaken manager dude. So I went my day of deliveries. Old people, parents, teen girls, and finally my last delivery to this one house. I didn't care for it at first,but half way up the sidewalk i got that feeling again, that something was going to happen.

I assumed I was just feeling blood-lustful and it was that time again to have some fun.

 I pushed that feeling aside and went the rest of the way to that door. But as the door opened I felt a whole different feeling. Now it wasn't blood lust that filled me, more of a knot in my stomach. At the door was one of the cutest guys I've ever seen. An athletic body, dark hair, and most of all, the way he wore his glasses. I was so flustered that i even wrote my number on that receipt like an idiot.

 As soon as he closed the door I ran to the car. And cursed myself for being so stupid. I'd met other boys before why was I being an idiot with this one. I hoped he didn't call.

But then again I found a way to kill all the others when they screwed with me. [A/N In other words don't trust pizza delivery people]

That was my last delivery so I went back to the pizza place and then went home. As soon as I parked outside I stayed  in my car I opened the glove compartment to see if it was still there. My list of peoples' addresses, discreetly disguised in a diary, or at least it sounded good at first, now i sound like a girl.

As I filled through all the pages that were crossed out I came to the last one, my last written address. I scan through the names and until i find one address in particular. That one boy's address.

Its a hard decision but i think it could turn out very well.

If he does call, which is unlikely because, 1: He's not gay 2: He has a girlfriend or 3: He has a boyfriend.

There's only two ways this could end, in murder or pleasure

I think this is what people call filler chapters

Don't worry though the Dyler is coming