I work at Burger King. I pretty much ruled the fast food place. I made it a cool place to go, everyone else that I worked with were total butts. One of the dudes named Dexter - he was the smartest fucking person i've ever met. Usually i can pull up comeback insults in less than seconds, but this dude makes me fucking shut up.

The very first day he surfaced and started working here, I had a surge of excitement that I would have some fun. Just by his white suit and striped bow, that long dappered up red hair and nerdy square glasses. I hate to admit it, but he was hot. And a guy like me shouldn't be taking even the slightest interest in nerds, let alone anyone else but Vic. I got the job (of course, it's Burger King..) and the first thing I piped up and shouted was "Yo dude, nice glasses, four eyes! Did you get them from the Coca Cola factory?"

He turned locked eyes with me unfazed and focused, cocking his head to the side. "You know, you are a classic example of the inverse ratio between the size of the mouth and the size of the brain."

I blinked, taken aback at the fact that just came out of nowhere. "But my joke was pretty witty, do you not agree?"

He shook his head and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "That is a classic joke, Kellin and I have heard it more than once. There is no wit in a swain who uses a joke from the old book."

"Swain? The fuck?" I raised an eyebrow at him then grinned largely. "Your brain is soo fried from studying dude. The fuck is a swain?"

"Don't worry about it lad. See you later Kellin." His voice was so damn monotone the whole conversation, it's stunning how compelling it was to talk to him and be fucking blown away. His facial expression showed none of even the slightest smile. It still scares me almost every day but that doesn't stop me from playing around on breaks or when I can sneak in a joke to hear what he has to say. I told Vic about it the very first day and he just shook his head and told me I was a jerk... an attractive jerk. It made me smile, yes yes, I was a jerk.

Anyways, I barely associate myself with Dexter anymore. I've just been tired lately from lack of sleep and I only crack a joke when I feel like it.

I went home that night to a very worried looking Vic.

"Hey babe, whats up?"

He wouldn't meet my eyes. His gaze was dashing everywhere but me and he was biting his lip looking extremely anxious and agitated.

"Vic, what's wrong?"

I rushed closer to him and cup my hands into his clammy ones and demanded him to tell me what was on his mind. He was acting extremely off.

I lifted his chin so his eyes met mine, he was trembling so hard then bursted into tears. "Vic....who bothered you today?" I whispered, brushing his cheek softy. "Who is the bitch? I'll make them catch these hands and they'll never forget, okay Vic?"

He pushed my hands off his face and cupped his face sobbing and told me "no" "no" "no" over and over.

"Vic, please...?" I whispered in his neck while my hands wrapped around his back trying to forcefully hold onto him tightly with all the thrusts and kicks I was receiving from him. This was so unlike him... and it's the only reason i'm scared to death right now.

After about what felt like an hour of him seeming to be completely out of control and the most mentally unstable I have ever seen him before in all of the time we have been together, the kicking subsided, his tears slowed down, and he sniffed, tousling his wavy brown hair back.

"Kellin I am moving to Boston."