opening credits
Barty hasn't gotten a chance to talk to Evan yet. The whole school day hes been speed walking to the next class immediately after the bell rings, hardly giving Barty the chance to say hello even. He's a little grumpy about this, he'll find out what's wrong soon.
Cause even tho Evan is probably the most dramatic person he knows, it's still good to be sure none of his parents are dead, or worse, turned into hippies. He almost shivers at that thought, nothing wrong with them, just, uh, hippies. Horrible creatures, at least some of them. He's never actually met a hippie who wasnt a poser, he thinks. The ones who sell weed are chill tho, some quality weeds those wackheads have.
“Barty! Jesus Christ, pay attention to what im saying. “ Barty jumps at Regulus Black's angry tone and puts his hands up in fake surrender “sorry babe, i was just having world changing thoughts and idea's. You can't blame a man for his genius, you know? “ he looks back at his boyfriend with a mischievous grin. Regulus only gives him an annoyed look back “you're hardly any genius, you can't even remember to tie your own shoes. “, he says and Barty quickly looks down to see that he indeed hasn't tied his shoes, 'huh', he thought.
The bell rings and he snaps back to reality again “Well tell my A+ grades that im stupid, i think they'll disagree. “ he responds and winks at Regulus, stealing a quick kiss before leaving. He looks back and sees regulus with a soft smile “see you after class, Crouch. “, he hears as he walks into his next class to find Evan sitting at his desk in the next to last row of desks, two seats away from the window.
He sits down in the seat right behind him, and leans forward to whisper the most unexpected thing he can think of in his ear, just as their teacher walks in, “Don't you think mrs. Beverly has the finest pair of jugs in the whole school? “ Barty says as Evan turns around and looks at him with furrowed eyebrows and an annoyed face “bro, shut the fuck up. “, he says even tho Barty can see that he's somewhat amused. But Evan wasn't totally shocked by this tho. 'i guess im more predictable than i thought', he says to himself as he sits back in his seat and listens to the teacher talk.
English really isn't his best subject, he only started getting good grades after his father gave him a proper lesson on what the results of bad grades gets you. God, he hates that guy. His family is roman Catholic, and somehow that means he has to get an A or more on every paper that he brings home. Hes not really sure how the pope really cares about his grades, but anything for papa Francis he guesses.
After an hour of boring english and a teacher that speaks like a kindergarten teacher mixed with sloth, the bell finally rings. It feels like he's been waiting forever for that last bell ring of the day, and now that it's here he can't wait to run outside and finally be out of that hellhole. He packs his bag and gets up, noticing that evan is almost out of the door already. “Shit” he mutters to himself as he runs into one of the desks as he tries to catch up to evan. He'll be pissed if he really can't catch evan to talk to him now that hes been trying the whole day.
He walks out and stops to look around for evan, regulus walks up to him with a small stack of papers from his history class, seemingly reading them over as he stands around a meter away from him.
Barty continues to scan the hallway for a head of near platinum blonde hair, “why are you still standing there, are you gonna leave or not? “ Regulus says with a raised eyebrow, now looking at him rather than the papers. “Sorry, I'm just looking for Evan, have you seen him? “ he asks as he starts heading for the schoold exit with Regulus in tow. “No, i think he just left immediately after getting out of class.“ he responds.
'shit, did i really lose him again? ' he feels the hot sun on his face as he steps outside and takes the steps down to the pavement and turns his head to look at Regulus, “so, how was history? “ he smiles at his boyfriend, he looks up at Barty with a small smile, “it was fine. We were learning about some ancient politics that really wasn't all that interesting, I've heard it before, you know? But dora was sitting with me, so it wasn't so unpleasent. “
he talked as barty listened, he really liked this guy. for only two months ago, pandora; a mutual friend of him and Evan's introduced Regulus, and seeing him for the first time, Barty knew he was definitely not straight.
He had short curly hair and pale white skin, he almost looked like a vampire. He was beautiful, that's something he couldn't deny. And lucky for him, this guy liked him back. They started dating a few weeks after meeting each other. which suprised a lot of people around them, seeing as gay people aren't that common to see.
They continued on down the sidewalk, now a block away from the school. They're in their second to last year of school, 17, a sweet year. And definitely with Regulus Black to kiss whenever he wants. He really hit the jackpot with that one, maybe they'll be together a long time, who knows?
Regulus kept rambling about whatever idiot he saw in the halls, someone who had bumped into pandora and upset her or something. When Regulus suddenly stopped talking and stopped stiff looking at something across the street.
“Thats my brother's car over there. “ he said with some confusion in his voice. “oh, uh, Is he picking you up or something? “ Barty replied
“I don't know, he definitely didn't inform me if he is. “
“Well it's ok if you're going with him, its fine, Reggie. “ Barty smiled at him
“Ok, but i don't know if he's actually here for me or if he's just there by accident. Stay here while i run over and ask? “ Regulus looked at him in a sort of worried way.
Over the years, Regulus and his brother, Sirius, have grown further and further apart. This is what he heard from pandora, at least. Apparently they have some pretty shitty parents who fucked them up real bad, and in turn they're not the bestest of friends. But they're still brothers, they have to have love for eachother deep down, is what, again, dora always says.
He doesn't like Sirius, he hasn't talked to the dude but he still holds a grudge against him for hurting his boyfriend somehow. Even if regulus doesn't wanna tell him, he still knows Sirius did something to upset him.
From across the street he could see Sirius get out of the car and give Regulus a sorta akward hug, but Regulus doesn't really seem to care. Regulus turns back to him as Sirius gets back into the car, he waves at Barty, obviously signalling that Sirius was infact there to pick up Regulus. Barty just waves back, maybe a tad bit late since Regulus is already in the passanger seat. And Sirius' black Chevy vrooms and drives off.
Barty stands there and watches as the black car drives further and further down the street before pulling a corner and disappearing. He started going back the way he came from, walking past the school again and down into the small white houses lined down the long street. Hes looking for the gray one with the seven on it. Hes looking for evan rosiers house.
He speeds down the sidewalk, eyes trained on the house thats different from all the other boring ones. The ones with the overgrown garden that the owners cant get under control to save their lives. And as he walks up the cemented driveway, sneaks around the house to the one in the back with the curtains always drawn. He looks inside, because of the curtains its hard to make anything out. But he can slightly see a figure sitting on the familiar bed. He feels if the window is open or not, its open. This guy just left his window open, hm.
He sees evan walk out of his bedroom. How perfect for him!
Barty slides the window open as silently as he can, and climbs in, almost falling face first into a collection of book he has conveniently sat right under his window. Theyre definitely there because barty decided to use the window instead of the front door, he snickers to himself. He looks around evans room as he didnt really plan this far forward. But he dosent get much time to think as that warm but sharp voice fills up the room,
“barty? How the fuck did you get in here? “
He hears as he spins around to see an annoyed evan rosier. “oh hi cutie, didnt see you there. “ he winks at evan
He gets an unimpressed look back, “you are in my house barty. Its obvious you climbed through the window, but that dosent really give me a clue on why you broke into my house, “
“Oh this ol place? Heh.. Uh.. Well i wanted to ask if you maybe wanted to come watch a movie at my place? “ hes nervous, he dosent know why but hes nervous to talk to his best friend of eight years.
“Sure, man, lemme just get ready real quick.“
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He would say its a success, he got evan in his house and on his bed. That sounds sexual, he dosent mean it that way.
Theyre watching silence of the lambs. Hannibal lecter is currently in his little glass prison looking like the poshest criminal. He looks at evan whos sitting next to him at his left, hes staring down at his knees rather than the movie. Hes obviously got something on his mind.
“Whats up? “
“Huh? “ evan looks over at him with furrowed eyebrows, “nothings up” he says, obviously having something going on.
“Yeah ok, sure” he says sarcastically and looks back to the tv. He watches with fascination as jodie foster documents some dead bodies, gore and blood has always fascinated him.
He used to go hunting with his uncle when he was a little younger. He learned how to gut and skin a wild hog when he was 14. And ever since he been going on small hunting trips with his uncle and some of the other men in his family.
Hes halfway obsessed with the way the blade goes so smoothly theough the skin as its dragged from groin to sternum on whatever animal they cought. The blood seeping out of the cuts, and the squelching from taking out the organs. Harvesting to eat later.
The brown coat smoothky coming off the animal as its pink meat is revealed. Its truly beautiful.
To kill and consume has to be a sort of romantic gesture, maybe thats what hannibal levter thinks. Maybe he kills and eats because he wants to keep a piece of who he killed with him for eternity, either in spite or in love.
It's romantic. Barty yearns for it, he needs someone to love him enough to skin him and listen to all the squelching flesh as his organs get taken out and cooked. He needs his blood in mason jars to be used in blood pancakes or blood pudding or whatever blood gets used for in cooking.
He needs someone to love him.
His gory thoughts suddenly turned sad, weird. He wasnt aure how he felt about that. Barty looked back to the screen and saw he hadnt been pauing that mich attention at all, is Evan still paying attention?
He looks over at him, it really does look like he has something to say. Does it hurt to pry a little more?
“Evan, are you sure you're ok? “, Evan blinks out of whatever trance he was in and looks over at barty. he doesn't say anything, just stares at him for a little bit, searching his face as if he gonna go for a sudden attack.
“Would you ever kill anyone? “ Evan asks carefully, almost whispering. Hes trying to hide it but under the expressionless face and mean stare is just an unsure guy. Scared of the world, atleast thats what barty thinks anyway.
He almost got lost in his thoughts for a second and forgot to respond, Evan looks a little more nervous now that Barty's just staring at him silently.
“ if it's just as cool as in the movies i would. “ he answers, Evans eyebrows furrow, obviously asking for him to continue.
“well, if it's someone i hate then of course i want them dead! You know how i like hunting, isn't it all the same? “
“Yeah, but hunting is really diffrent from committing murder, Barty. “ Evan turns back to the tv. Was he dissatisfied with Barty's answer? He thought it was what he wanted to hear.
“Who do u wanna kill anyway? “
Evan looks at him again, finally letting barty feel happy with the attention hes getting from his friend.
“You wouldnt help me kill anyone. “
'I would do anything for you'
“And how do you know that? Maybe i hate whoever youre aiming at just as much! “ Barty turned fully so his whole upper body is facing Evan, trying to convince him. Who would he even kill? It was a damn good question. Maybe hed slice em up and eat them like Hannibal Lecter, or skin someone like Buffalo Bill. maybe he'd poke someones eye out, nah, Evan doesn't seem like the type to take out someones eye.
“Come on Evan, just tell me. Please, please, pleaseee? “
“No.“
“Please Evan, please” putting on his whiniest voice and putting his hands together as he begged.
“Fucking fine! Marigold, ok? “ Barty's grin drops as, as Evan stands up from the bed and goes to the bathroom on the other side of the room; slamming the door behind him.
“Shit! “ Barty hissed to himself and sunk back into the pillows behind him.
When Evan gets like this theres no way to get him out of his mood. It's as if he crafted a shell around him, letting no one in, no matter what.
I mean, barty was also quite shocked by his answer. Because evan wants to kill Marigold evans?? The nicest woman and notorious home wrecker?
I mean, he dosent really see why he wants to kill her, what did she do? And even worse, shes the mother of his fucking girlfriend. Lily Evans!
Barty just sat staring at the movie, no idea where they even were. Right now it looks like starling is walking around a bunch of houses, they're probably near the climax of the movie.
Barty was tired and bored, evan always came with an added exhaustion from his emotional outbursts, cause this isnt the first time he stormed out of the room, no, he does this so frequently that barty knows whats gonna happen next. Cause after Evan is done doing whatever hes doing in the bathroom, hes gonna come out, pack up real quick, and leave; only answering 'no' to all questions Barty asks.
Once at Barty's birthday last year, Barty had hugged him for the movie dvd he got as a gift, evan pushed him away and said 'im not gay!“ As if he'd never been hugged before, but that wasnt what made evan run away, no, it was barty replying 'youre the only one making it gay'', Barty didnt see him for ghe rest of his birthday, or the day after, or the day after that. Hes extreme, is what hes learned. Some deep rooted mental problems, far worse than his own. He thought Lily would make them better, and he did get a little better, but he still has his days.
Speaking of days, he bears the bathroom door unlock slowly, and looking up he sees Evan standing there. Which is surprising, since he would've thought he was already out of the door by this point.
“Why did you break in earlier. “
Barty blinked, he didn't really have a reason for doing it, it was more to try and scare him. “I dont really know, man. I was just trynna scare ya', “ he adds a nervous laugh near the end. This is unusual, has evan finally grown up??
“Do you know why i suddenly despise Marigold? “, Evan's look is pretty threatening, and he doesn't really know why.
Barty shakes his head with slight hesitation
“i wanna fucking kill her, rip her apart like she tore apart my family. I want her to feel what she deserves, i want her to suffer barty. “ Evan has a crazed look on his face, pure mania. And Barty loves it, it draws him in even more. And like a fish on a hook, he gets pulled in. And without even knowing Evan's full reason for his blood thirst. He cant resist his best friend
“Of course ill help you kill her, Evan.“
I'm gonna slit her fucking throat, watch it trickle down her body like some interpretive art piece.
Evan smiles at him, and barty feels whole
Barty and Evan are back at it, together again
And they have a lot of planning to do, because something gives him the idea that Evan doesn't want this to be any regular murder.
No, this is gonna be a fucking movie.