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Boyfriend - noun - some dude who’s managed to convince his girl he’s worth more than just his dick Chiefly ‘Prescott High’ slang: a possessive term that denotes that said boy belongs to a girl with his whole body, heart, and soul; a clear and daring upgrade from fuckboy; used sparingly, if at all
Murder goes surprisingly well with sex, doesn’t it? Or maybe I just think that because I’m crazy? Either way, I’m not the only one in the mood despite the puddles of blood at our feet or the corpse in the trunk.
Ash hops the hood—to show off, I guess—and then climbs into the passenger seat. Before I even really register what’s happening, Widow and his baseball bat are in the back seat. Right. Southside Avengers assemble, I guess.
Apparently, my idea of romantic gestures includes severing fingers, burying bodies, and hefting corpses. Definitely better than roses and chocolate. Told ya I was a psycho, too.
“Sure, we’re dating. We’re an item. A discounted, Dollar Store meets Hot Topic meets American Psycho item on a very low shelf.”
I’m cosplaying right now. Cosplaying as a girl who just had an amazing night with her boyfriend. Eww, boyfriend. Roleplaying as the badass leader of a kick-ass crew who isn’t afraid of anything.
“Anger implies an implicit wrongdoing,” he murmurs, driving so fast that I’m plastered to the seat like I’m on a rollercoaster or something. It’s that feeling, the mix of vertigo and speed and danger that really gets me; it’s an addiction. “Jealousy is an acknowledgement that someone else is touching, using, or loving something or someone that you feel should belong to you and only you.”
“Those sorts of people …” I start, handing him back the lighter. He takes it from me, clutching it tight in his palm. “Meaning the mob?”
