Bo held me in his arms as he watched something on TV. While I was still scared of the older man he was pretty comfy to lay on. "Wanna go for a walk?" He asks as he pets my head. "I'm not a dog." I mumble into his neck. "Shh. Go get ready." Bo gets me up and I shrug. "Whatever." "Something n-." "Yeah, yeah, something nice. I know." I wave behind me as I walk up the stairs. Closing the door behind me the panic I was hiding came out. Gabbing a pillow I screamed into the softness. My whole body shivered as I set the pillow back down. "Ew." I shake out the weird feeling and go get dressed.

(I thought this was pretty, but if you don't like it that's ok. Pick something else.)

Doing my makeup in a way to match my outfit I finish with some lip gloss. "Sticky." I mumble before walking back down. "Alright hoe. How's this?" I ask seeing Bo at the end of the stairs wearing his black suit. "It uh." He pauses for a second just looking at me. If this guy weren't a complete psycho I'd be almost flattered. "It'll work." He nods and holds his hand out. I just walk passed Bo and to the door. "Come on. I don't wanna walk too much. My thighs are gonna start chapping." I state plainly. As the two of us walk out the door he wraps an arm around my waist.

Pulling me in close to his body Bo smirks. I could feel my face heat up so I just looked to the street. "Come on darlin. Let's get goin." I nod while still looking at the street. The two of us started quietly walking down the road and I just kind of tried to relax. "(Y/n), you're being real quiet right now. Whats on that pretty mind. "Hmm? Nothing." "Still thinking about that dream ya had?" Bo's voice seemed tender as he spoke. But it's hard to tell if he's just faking it to get me to let my guard down. "Meh." I shrug. "Come on, ya know Vincent's not the only one you can talk to." Bo jokes. Tilting my head to look at him I blink. "I know, I talk to Lester to." Sighing I look at the ground as we walk. Bo was quiet. Who knows maybe I struck a nerve. A small smile showed on my face but I quickly changed it. Normally I'm not the type of person to smile at someone else's pain.

Bo and I walked into the gas station and I sat on the desk. I watched as Bo walked passed me and down into his little murder room. Well I'm either going to die, or I actually hurt his feelings. "Hmm." I hum and decided to wait and see if Bo would be coming back up anytime soon. After about five minutes passed I sighed and hopped down. "Drags me down here then just fucks off." I mutter and walk out the door. My arms lightly swing at my side as I start walking around the town. For some weird reason I couldn't get Bo off my mind. Why the hell is he on my mind anyway. He's tried to fucking kill me. And why the hell did he go to my room last night? What made him stop from knocking? Taking a deep breath I shiver. "Fuck it's cold." I cuss as I wrap my arms around my figure. While holding myself for warmth in the street I close my eyes. "I'm going to be ok." I tell myself. Something draped over my shoulders causing me to flinch. Opening my eyes I turn to see what it was. There was Bo standing behind me. And over my shoulder was his suit jacket. Bo was quiet, almost as quiet as Vincent. "You really don't have to." I explain but Bo just shakes his head no at me. "You're not getting cold on my watch." In his voice was the same tenderness from earlier. "I'm sorry." I mutter under my breath. Bo looked at me and I could see a pain in his eyes. "You don't gotta be sorry." He states with a soft smile. Holding his hand out for me I take it and the two of us go back to the station. "You ok?" I ask Bo as we close the door behind us. "I'm not ok, I promise." He smirks. I couldn't hold back the small laugh that came up. "My chemical romance? Really?" I laughed. Bo's mouth did that lips go in straight line thing for a second before laughing too. "I thought you wouldn't recognize that." "Fair, I didn't think you'd like slipknot." I shrug with a smile. "Oh hush." Bo smirks at me. "Make me." I joke and hop back up onto the desk again. Crossing my legs I watch as Bo rolls with eyes and bites his tongue with a smile. A Marylin Manson song was playing as he stepped away. "Hey Bo, can I ask ya something?" He nods and I continue. "Last night you came over to my door, but you didn't knock. You looked like you would but you stopped. Why?" Once I finished asking my question Bo turned the radio off again. "How'd you know that?" He asks in response. "Well I was coming out the bathroom when I saw you. And I just, you know, wanted to see why." Bo walked over to me and placed his hands on either side of my hips. "It's not important." He states plainly. "Jesus Bo why can't you be just upfront with shit." I sighed. His left hand raised and held my cheek. I placed my hand over his as I leaned my face into his hand. "You really do have a pretty mouth, you know that?" Bo say with a soft kind smile. I chuckled a bit and turned my face to kiss his palm. Once I did Bo seemed to melt slightly, or atleast one layer of him did. Everything seemed kind in this moment. Until his cell phone rang. With a groan Bo picket it up and answered. "Hello?" I couldn't hear what the other person was saying. But after a couple sentences Bo hung up. "Show time (y/n)." "Show time?" Bo helped me down and the two of us headed to the church. "We've got company."