At four am, on our two-month month-aversary, as I was burying the last corpse of my weekly killing spree ( I had tested a few ideas Rylie had given me and almost all were really fun to do) I got a text from my beautiful girlfriend to meet me at the graveyard. Well see, it was a bit awkward because I already was at the graveyard, so I had to hurry up and bury Edward Sullen here before she arrived. In a couple of shovel taps it was all done and neat. I planted a couple of flowers to mask the freshly moved dirt and I went to the parking, waiting in front of my car. 

She arrived right as I was finishing applying hand sanitizer to my, well... Hands. 

" You beat me here! Now that's very mean, JJ!"

I smiled. 

" What can I say, I'm a champion."

" You're a killjoy you are. I was gonna do some romantic set up and stuff and you just... POOF! Got there first."

" Don't worry about it, babe. I don't mind being here with you."

" You're not too creeped out that I asked you to come to a graveyard?"

" Baby, with the scenes you write in your book, there's nothing too gory coming from you."

And I was here burying a body, I thought to myself. 

" Well. I brought wine and chocolate."

" I brought my lovely self."

" Idiot!"

" I amazon-ed you your present..."

" It was lovely, by the way."

I'd bought her a collector's edition of her favorites in the horror department. It was our thing. 

" I thought we could drink to us... But also to me finishing my novel!"

" You're insane."

" You wouldn't like me if I was sane."

" Probably true."

She grabbed my hand and we walked amongst the tombs and graves. She sat in front of one named Madeleine Rider. 

" That was my great-grandma. She was a pain up the butt. So I like to sit on her grave sometimes."

" That's really Rylie of you."

" Right?!"

She took her bag in front of her and rummaged through it. She took out a bottle of red wine, two plastic cups ( reusable, she wasn't a savage) and a glass box full of chocolate goodies. She popped the bottle opened and filled the two cups with the red liquor. 

" To us, being insane together, and to my freaking freaky book! I really hope my editor likes it."

" You have an editor?"

" I meant my future editor."

" Oh." I put my arm up to toast the stars " To us and your awesome book!"

She smiled. Under the moonlight, her skin was glowing and her eyes ( definitely grey) were like pearls.

" You're so beautiful."

" Awh. What do you want? I don't have any money."

" No... You're just gorgeous."

" You're so adorable, little idiot."

I was the killer here, yet she was the most vicious of both of us. I loved that. I loved... I loved her. 

" I'm not an idiot. Only an intelligent person can hold on to such a cool person as you are."

" Awh... That was real cheesy, man."

" I know. I regretted it as soon as I said it."

" That was almost mean."

" You taught me that."

" That was meaner."

" I can't escape, can I?"

" I laid my trap, indeed."

I leaned over all the food and the booze and I grabbed her by the waist and pressed my lips against hers. I really, really wanted to kiss her right now. She was so beautiful, so amazing... Her hands landed around my neck and my lips grew harder against hers. She put a hand in my messy hair and then slowly pulled away. 

" We're not doing this on my grand-ma's grave, JJ. Even I have limits."

I fell back on my bum and gasped for air. 

" Okay."

" We could head home, though."

" But what about the wine under the moonlight?"

" You're right. We should do a sleepover here."

" Awh, our first night together!"

"Don't use my own methods against me. That's like, number one rule of Fight Club."

" Isn't number one to never speak about it?"

"Shush, you just broke it!"

" No, you did!"

" Did not!"

"Did to!"

" Did not!"

"Did to!"