Lunch was amazing! That burger fucking rocked! Bo and I just talked and hung out. I even let him try my milkshake! For a potentially sociopathic serial killer, he was actually fun be around. It was almost romantic how we held hands almost the entire time of our lunch. I made sure to tip Sheryl a 20, she was very nice and people in customer service just don't get paid enough. Bo almost asked why but I just ignored it. The ride to the store was filled with music blaring through the inside of the pickup truck. Mostly Slipknot, My Chemical Romance, and Marylin Manson. With some pop thrown in.

But right now I'm kind of just quietly walking through the grocery store with Bo practically glued to my side. "Bo if you're worried I'll run, I would have tried to when I got up to use the bathroom back at he diner." I joke. "Wouldn't be he first time I'd escaped through a restaurants bathroom window." I laugh nudging him with my elbow. Bo looked me square in the eyes and held up his hand, showing how I was sill holding it. "You won't let go." He explains with a grin. "Sometimes I like holding hands. Is that a crime?" I grin right back at him while batting my eyes. Bo sighs softly, a content type of sigh, and shakes his head no. "Nah." He chuckles bringing my hand to his lips. I couldn't help but smile when he kissed the back of my hand. Bo noticed my smile though, so I just turned my head and pretended to look at the stuff on the shelf. Bo squeezed my hand and smiled contently. "You're so beautiful." I could hear him mutter under his breath. My heart seemed to flutter as I listened to his words. "Come on darlin. Let's get this shopping done. And after, I'll take you to pick out something pretty." Bo says pulling me close. He wrapped his arm around me and I just felt so. . .content.

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3rd person pov

"No, I'm telling you, that Mary Mary Quite Contrary is about Queen Bloody Mary." (Y/n) explained sipping on a slushy as them and Bo walked down the side walk. "And I'm telling you, please stop ruining those songs." Bo laughed. "You're really gonna tell me that you Never thought those children's stories and songs were fucked up in some way?" "I did, but I just never wanted to think to hard on it." (Y/n) laughed as Bo made little circles on their hand with his thumb. "You torture and redrum people. But the fact that almost every children's ryme and song has some fucked up origin is too much for you?" (Y/n) whispered. "Oh you hush." Bo chuckles and squished (y/n)'s have with his free hand. 'They're so squishy.' Bo thought to himself before letting (y/n)'s face go.

"You're a strange little man." (Y/n) giggles and kisses Bo on the cheek. "Hey, you think Vincent and Lester are doing OK? Maybe we should call em." Bo, even though it made him a little jealous, found it sweet that (y/n) seemed to care for his brothers. "They're probably fine. But if you're really worried, go ahead." He didn't want to make his companion feel as if they were over thinking. "Maybe your right, I mean we're gonna head home in a little bit anyway. I'm sure they'll be ok until we get back." Sipping on their slushy (y/n) looked at Bo. "Wanna try some?" They asked shaking the mega gulp cup. "Heh, sure." Bo chuckles and (y/n) holds the cup for him to have a taste. "Hmm, Blue Razz?" "Yup, it's in my top 3 favorite flavors. I like how it makes your tounge blue." (Y/n) smiled. "If you got a red one we could make purple." They winked before drinking their slushy. Bo felt his face get flushed and his heart race for a moment. "Ha, I'm kidding!" (Y/n) burst out laughing. "You're such a fucking Brat." Bo nudges (y/n) as they walked. Nudging Bo back they smiled brightly. "I know." They chuckled. Bo smiled and let go of (y/n)'s hand so he could wrap his arm around them. "You're so lucky you're pretty." "So are you." (Y/n) replied as the two made their way to the truck. "You think I'm pretty?" Bo smirked opening the door for (y/n). "Like, duh. I'd litterally have to be blind to not see you as pretty. Don't get me wrong I think you're all pretty. Just in different ways." (Y/n) explained.

As Bo hopped into the truck he smiled over at (y/n). "And what way am I pretty?" He asked smugly. "Honest answer?" They ask back. "Dont take less." Bo replied as he started to drive. "To me persononally, youre pretty in a 'this man would ruin my life' way." "I'm gonna need some clarification." Bo chuckled. "You always keep yourself put together. Even when you're in your mechanics jumper. Very approachable. But I wouldn't trust ya as fat as I could throw ya. But like for some reason I do." (Y/n) sighed at the end of their explanation and leaned their head on Bo's shoulder. "How do you think I'm pretty?" They asked softly. Bo thought for a moment then once again wrapped his arm around the young woman. "I think you're pretty in a 'I'd let this woman ruin my life's way." (Y/n) chuckled softly feeling semi tired. "Now I'm gonna need some clarification." Bo chuckled, softly rubbing (y/n)'s arm. "You're just beautiful and you know it. Even though you can get insecure when people do look at you, you know you can hold all the power in a space just by how you enter it. Plus." He paused and kissed (y/n) on the head. "You're fucking crazy, and you know it." Bo chuckled. "Only crazy can recognize crazy" (y/n) yawned with a soft smile. "Exactly." Bo smiled and softly kissed (y/n) forehead.