✞☠︎𝕋𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖☠︎✞

Stagnant Steve

Steve was staring at Jessy she had began to grow her nails out for some odd reason. There was not a practical function to them. She sat in her dark room and she started to sharpen her nails. 

Steve scared said, "Babe, what are you doing?"

The knife slowly scraping her nail looked up at him and said, "Don't call me Babe were anti-affectionate people."

"Why did you get me a vasectomy if you weren't going to do anything with me," Steve said.

Jessy replied, "Because it's for the better of you, and I don't want a genetic testing story like Dallas. We avoid being like him. You know what talking about. I saw you go to the same gym as him."

"You're crazy and I think you need help. You are insane. What connections are you making? You think I am in love with him," Steve angered said.

"You are the nut job you never told me once that you were bisexual. If this is going to work out you have to a tell me your true gender identity," Jessy compassionately whined.

Steve sighed, "What did I get myself into?"

"Im going to kill Dallas. He taking you away from me," Jessy squealed like pot belly pig.

Steve replied with, "I'm not gay. Why are doing this? What is wrong with you?"

Jessy repeated, "Bi, bi, bi ,bi , bi I just asked if you were bi. Are you bi?

"No, what, no, ugh," Steve defended himself.

Jessy challenged him to say, " The jury is out on this one."

Steve shook his head thinking now he has reassure her that he is not gay. Which he isn't. "It's okay Jess, I'm fine. I love you."

She shook her head, but got in the car with him to the Curtis house.

When they got there, Jessy was acting to calm. And it was creeping Steve out. He knew she was planning something, and it wasn't good. Jessy was acting normal.

"Hi Dally!" She was so nice...to everyone. 

"Here let me you a drink," she gave him a cup filled with something.

"No don't drink that!" Steve shouted and the drink spilled all over the floor. Jessy's psycho look came back for a second, but then she became so sweet again. 

Steve smelled what was in the cup. Diluted antifreeze. What the hell? 

"I'm going to shoot you Dallas," Jessy spat.

Dallas replied, " Sure go ahead..another one of your great remarks."

"Great," Jessy smiled like the Cheshire Cat and pulled a pistol and shot him in the stomach.