Shooting Star

Good things come to those who wait

William impatiently tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. He kept his eyes on the road with an occasional glance over to Scott. He was silent for the rest of the car ride, and William didnt bother to break that nerve recking silence.

Soon, they arrived at Scott's house. The young male stepped out of the car but was stopped by William. "Scott," he called and was slightly shocked when his friend looked at him. "Would you like to go out? Like, as a real date?" He asked.

Scott smiled, and nodded. "I don't see why not." He replied after a minute. Will swallowed thickly, seeing about a million reasons why he WOULDNT go out with him. But he said nothing and waved bye as he got back in his car.

He drove off, not worrying about the road laws. Then again, he didn't care about any law, did he? William did keep his eyes on the road ahead of him though. It was just barely past dawn and already there were annoying fuckers out.

They were disgusting. It made him want to vomit at the sight of them. What did people call them? Oh yeah. Children. He gagged at the sight of them. He ignored them and continued to drive off.

Once he arrived at his house, William parked his car and stepped inside. The house was too big to be for one man, but then again, he used to have a family. He walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror.

For the first time, he noticed how emotionless he looked. His white eyes showed nothing and his lips only ever curved into something of a smile when he was stabbing something or when he was around Scott. His eye lids covered half of his eyes, like he was tired or something.

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Scott stepped into his house and reluctantly pulled off his jacket and scarf. He felt the fabric on it, as if it were important material.

He didnt bother to take his shoes off, since he knew he would be going to the backyard soon. Scott walked up to his room, the medicine still in his hands. He looked over at a mirror in his room and almost jumped back at the sight.

He looked so....dead.

Scott stepped closer to the mirror and looked st himself. His skin was pale, his lips cracked from dehydration. You could see a little bit of his ribs sticking out from his shirt and his eyes had giant bags under them.

He licked his lips upon seeing them cracked. He looked at himself once again and sighed, turning away. Scott walked back downstairs, over thinking a lot of things.

He thought about why he agreed to the date. Why he was so suicidal, why he had feeling for a murderer of all people. The thoughts swam in circles, one leading to the other. He shook his head and stepped out into his garden.

Scott sat on a little bench by the plants, which was covered in vines. He stroked the leaves of the plant, and took a deep breath in. He smiled to himself as he looked at the various flowers spronlrd around.

Once again, Scott found himself thingink about his date. He sincerely wanted it to happen, but didn't know if he was ready. Nothing had been going his way so far. He smiled even more as he remembered his mother telling him;

Good things come to those who wait