Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, as I'm sure you know, and share my grief, mwa ha ha. ;D

Um, if I'm supposed to have A/N, well, I have none. Well, I suppose I'll warn you. I have no idea what this story is to become. I never have an idea; just write as I go. Good theory? No, I didn't think so either. Yeah, I'd appreciate if you'd R&R. Yeah, thanks.

Oh, also, this is written from Richards POV.

I'd been pacing for nearly half an hour. Justin hadn't said anything.

It was late, perhaps one in the morning. We were at the bluff, and were both having our doubts. Well, Justin was worried about getting caught; I just wanted to get it over with. The constant thinking and planning was starting to make me nervous. I never thought that committing murder, and getting away with it, would be so complicated.

I knelt in front of Justin, who was sitting against the wall to the left of the unlit fireplace. He just starred at me. I didn't think either of us knew what to say. In less then 72 hours we were planning on committing the perfect murder. We had spent months preparing, and yet now we were both unable to even talk about it. His silence was agitating. I wanted him to say something reassuring, something smart.

"You're such a coward." I said to him. He smiled slightly tilting his head at me. His hair fell into his face, he brushed it behind his ears and stood. I followed his example and stood as well.

"I'd hardly say I'm the coward here. You assume as though you, yourself were in control. Which you obviously aren't. We're both nervous Richard. You know we don't have to do this." He said quietly, while looking slightly to the left and above my shoulder; rather then looking me in the face.

"This is such shit, and you know it. You're backing out on me aren't you?" I said, nearly yelling for no reason I could think of.

"No." he whispered.

I sighed and smoothed out my expensive leather pants. Justin watched with some interest. I caught his eye and he hastily looked away. I don't know why I did it, but at that moment I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the large stone fireplace.

"Do you like what you see Justin? Hmm? I bet you're queer for me aren't you? Little faggot." I hit him hard across the face and let go of him. He slumped against the fireplace and brought his hand to his bloodied mouth.

"Your insane." He said quietly. "I wouldn't want you, you're a fucking slut." I had hardly ever heard Justin swear before and I was slightly taken aback. Then I laughed and put my arm around his neck, holding him close. He didn't move, just let his head rest against my shoulder. I stroked his head brushing his hair away from his face. He flinched, he always does. I tried to ignore it. Although I almost always got the feeling that he hated me. And I didn't doubt it either.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I whispered in his ear. He gently pushed me away and stared at the floor.

"Richard..I think we should go now."

"Alright," I nodded, "just don't back out on me now. Remember, it's a bond which.."

"Must be kept." He finished for me. "I know, I'm not backing out. Besides, without me as the brains in all this, you'd probably get caught. Leave hair follicles somewhere." He smiled. I knew he was joking. But to hear him joke, even if it wasn't funny, and to see him smile, was always slightly reassuring.

I lit a cigarette, and offered one to Justin, although he never smoked. He was too smart for that. He turned down my offer by shaking his head slightly. I nodded back to him and took one long drag, then gathered my coat from a nearby chair. I left the Bluff without saying anymore to Justin. I was guessing it was at least 5 minutes after I left when he followed, because I didn't see his car at all.


I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I looked at my clock, 3:30 in the morning. Who the hell was calling at this time? I fumbled on my nightstand before picking up my phone and answering it.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" I asked bitterly to whomever was on the other line. I turned my lamp on and rubbed my sleep filled eyes.

"Richard, it's Justin."

"I know who it is, what do you want?" I barked at him angrily.

"I-I need to talk to you. Now. Can I come over?" What? He needed to talk to me at 3:30 in the morning? This was nuts.

"No, but I'll meet you at that plaza near your house alright? The one with that little pet store."

"Ok." Before I could answer there was a click on the other end.

I crawled out of bed and managed to find some clothes without turning the light on (I didn't want to wake my parents). I tried to hurry. Something about the way Justin had sounded, it almost worried me. All I thought as I pulled from my driveway was that I had to hurry. Justin's anxious voice filled my head as I sped through the dark, deserted streets.


A/N:: C'mon now, was it really that bad? Ha ha. Ok, I apologize, this took little thought and about an hour and a half to write, but hey, I'm trying here. I do promise that it will get better. I'm not sure where this phone call is leading. But you know, R&R, and tell me what you think. And hey, if it sucks, please, be mean. I don't mind. Also, I don't read much from this site, so I don't know if anything sounds similar, if so, tell me and I'll scrap it. All right, thanks.