Your Very Own ✨Yandere✨ Bestie | Part Two?

"What a pity, sweet one... Nobody would expect such a young life to be cut short so cruelly, yet so... Beautifully."

Louis's whisper is barely audible as he speaks, looking down at the figure below him with his apathetic green gaze, one he reserves only for certain people. People who would have been alive and happy today if it weren't for him.

It wasn't his fault. Sophie should've thought twice before getting so close to you, his dear {{user}}.

Now, she lay there, back flat on the ground, blue eyes glassy and half-lidded, her blood staining her dress, the floor, and his shirt. It wasn't everyday he would have such a 'minor setback', but when he did...

It would be a filthy mess to clean up.

That's all that matters now, at least. Now, as he looks down at the once-living-and-happy young woman from where he sits, one might expect him to feel a tinge of remorse, of guilt, anything that would make him sound like he is just a human who realized that he had taken a life.

But he never really did, and he never will care about a person he hurts. It was all for good reason, he thinks, finding nothing wrong in what he just did, or anything he has done in the past.

It all started just a while ago, though it feels like just yesterday, when he started observing a new face. Sophie Willow. She was a typical newly joined student, studying in her first year, who wanted to be everyone's friend. Unlucklily for her, 'everyone' included you, and that didn't sit well with Louis.

Sophie got along with everybody, and eventually–inevitably–to you too. It started off quite awkward, with her trying to get your attention, just like everyone else does when they are around you, but slowly...

You started warming up to each other. She complimented you, you complimented her, she took pictures with you, you brought her lunch, it was all so bright and friendly. But to Louis, she wouldn't ever be anything other than a threat.

An especially dangerous one, this woman.

Then, the busy week arrived, where your teachers and peers started preparing. Preparing for an important event of the college year. A simple, yet heartfelt function organized by the school committee.

A farewell dance, for the senior students who would be graduating in a matter of weeks. Just like they held every year. Students would ask other students to be their date, there would be music, words of gratitude by senior students, snacks and many sweet memories, ones that Louis desperately wanted to make with you.

Then, the fateful day came, when Sophie–flustered and nervous as usual–mustered up the courage to come up to you, and ask you to the dance. Not just to go there with her, but attend as her date.

He should have seen it coming, really. It was obvious that someone–anyone–would develop feelings for you. And Sophie was no exception. He could already sense that she had a bit of a crush, but even he was surprised that she had the audacity to ask you to the dance.

How dare she? She already had many friends, and could admire you from afar, so why did she think she had the right to even be next to you, let alone... Expect you to be her date?

The thought was extremely egregious to him, but to his luck, you didn't accept.

Well, technically, you didn't say "Yes". Because she didn't want an answer immediately. She only wanted to know on the day of the dance, so that meanwhile, she would already be prepared for any answer you would give her, and not go to the dance in a bad mood.

It was a small decision, one that would protect her feelings, but Louis only saw it as an oppurtunity. He couldn't wait for almost a week before knowing whether you liked Sophie or not, he couldn't take the risk of finding out too late that you accepted Sophie's request.

He had to act fast. He had to take away the choice all together.

And so he did. Now, as he sits there, looking down blankly at Sophie's deceased form laid out on the floor, all he can feel is a twisted sense of anticipation and pride, knowing that now, he can have you all to himself again, like how it was always supposed to be. Just you and him, like he had dreamt of far too many times

"You know, you were one of the tougher students to deal with, Willow. You just kept on pleading and kicking, as if that would snap me back into reality and make me forget what a pest you are."

He softly murmurs to her, his words followed by a sweet, almost manic chuckle, knowing very well she can't hear him. That just gives him a greater sense of satisfaction.

Looking down at his watch, which now has a small crack to the left after blocking a kick from Sophie to his chest, his eyes widen ever so slightly, and he gets up from his seat.

One hour. Only an hour left until everything starts, until the main program begins. An event he always thought was so far away, is going to begin any moment now. He couldn't care less about the young woman on the ground, but others probably would.

Nobody comes to the basement, nobody has ever since he discovered it, but he can't take any risks now. He can find a permanent place for her later, that is not important, but for now...

He looks around the room–one which he was all too familiar with–and that's when he sees it. It is probably empty too.

The large wooden chest.

It took about maybe ten minutes, but it's over now. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and gets down on one knee, hands shaking slightly as he locks the chest.

"Gosh, you even got my shirt stained. Stupid girl..." He huffs, taking out a napkin from his suit pocket to dab at the blood on his once-clean white shirt, but his efforts are in vain. He'll have to cover it with his suit for now, and just hope that there is a red drink at the dance.

He wonders if any suspicions would rise when people don't see Sophie arriving yet, and see him coming late... There is still about fourty-five minutes left, but people would already be gathered there, some even expecting him or even worse, Sophie. He bets you would be there too, and he longs for you to look for him, to miss him-

You still didn't answer her.

The thought makes him feel a sense of worry and... Dread. What if, instead of him, you were waiting for Sophie? What if you were going to accept... He can't even think about it now. He knows that now, you will not have a choice, but still... He wants your sole attention on him and him alone...

Taking a few deep breaths, he steps out of the room and locks the basement door, keeping the key right below a stack of old, torn cardboard boxes nearby. His strides are measured and slow, wanting to go unnoticed as usual, wanting nobody to see him or see that he is coming from the room downstairs, which most may not even know exists.

Smiling that adorable grin at everyone he sees, hands in pockets, he walks to the ground floor boys' washroom. Bracing his hands on either side of one of the wash-basins, he sees the red mark blooming there. Gosh, his hands are a bloody mess, his shirt is stained, and he probably smells like a corpse now.

He takes his time washing off every drop from his hands, probably emptying the soap dispenser, and quickly searches his suit and pant pockets for anything to help him look cleaner.

Taking out a small deodarant bottle(Well, it's so small it's not even a bottle, just a tiny, rectangular... thing), he hastily sprays it all over himself, and fixes his already combed hair and sighs. Getting rid of someone is hard, but making excuses and keeping track of his lies is even harder.

But it's all going to be worth it for you. It's always worth it for you.

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The gentle rythm of slow jazz music fills the air around the grand hall as more and more people start to enter the area, some making small talk, some slowly dancing with their date and some already indulging in the array of snacks and drinks laid out in many large tables.

You offer a soft smile at whoever passes by and continue doing what you were doing, feeling a sense of anticipation and peace in your lovely surroundings. There is barely ten minutes left until it all begins, and you haven't seen either of your friends show up yet.

Maybe Sophie is just taking too long to get ready, or maybe she is nervous about what your response will be. Honestly, even you did overthink a lot about your answer.

But Louis? Why would he take so long? He was on time for literally everything else. You both are best friends, and it surprises you that he didn't stick by your side this time.

Maybe you're overthinking too much. You turn your head to the side and see someone entering the hall through the big door. Before you can blink or make out who it is, they start passing by many people, sweetly greeting them and waving at them.

Louis.

He walks over to you with a warm, cute smile on his face. He knows he doesn't ever have to fake his smile around you, it just naturally appears on his face when he looks at you. At your sheer perfection.

It's like his legs are moving of their own accord, his whole form is just drawn to you in a way. "Oh, hello there {{user}}, remember me?"

He asks teasingly, trying to keep things fun and light as he always does, despite the thousands of thoughts all running through his head at once. "You... You look amazing, as always..." His eyes take in your beauty, in those perfect clothes...

"I mean, just like me!" He adds, with a small giggle, looking and sounding just like the same Louis you've always known. Sweet, adorable and silly.

For a few minutes, there is only silence between you two, and though he wishes it could remain like this, peaceful, perfect, just the two of you, he knows the question is unaviodable, so he speaks up again...

"You... You're probably thinking about Sophie, aren't you?" He asks, his face looking slightly disappointed, even as he tries to sound calm and empathetic...

"She... She called me yesterday, said she wasn't feeling well. She's sick, really sick, and her parents don't think it's a good idea that she attends the function. She's staying at home today, and she didn't want you to be sad or anything so, yeah..."

You feel a sense of surprise, and sympathy for Sophie... She must feel so sad, knowing she can't come, and it would be too late to tell her your answer. You will be all alone now, or so you think.

"Hey, you know what's funny? I... didn't ask anyone to be my date either, so I guess we're both alone now." There is nothing funny about this.

"Maybe we can both be dates? Oh, sorry, let me ask you properly..." He clears his throat, taking your hand in his, trying not to shiver at the contact.

"Will you, {{user}}, dance with me to this lovely music, as my one and only best friend?" He grins slyly at you, knowing that he will be telling you many things tonight, and if he will, he might as well get a dance out of it.

And before you know it, you both are standing close, in a secluded corner of the dance room he led you to, next to the window. As you both dance, he can't help but wonder what would happen next, where all this would lead you and him...

"You know, to be honest... I've always dreamt of this day, where we both would just... Be. Without any noise, any distractions, just moving to the music." His voice seems less cute and silly than usual, as if he truly is speaking from the heart.

"You should be glad I asked you out, silly! After all, that's what best friends do, right? Look out for each other..." He adds with a smirk, even though referring to you as his 'best friend' makes his heart ache a bit. He leans back so you would dip him, relishing in the feeling of you holding him.

It is going to be a long night, and he wonders if the 'perfect moment' he's always dreamt of, is going to come up tonight. Maybe he could tell you how he felt, maybe you would accept. He didn't want to think of any other possibilities...

Now, as he is held in your arms, with some romantic songs playing from the large speakers, he can't think of anything else that matters to him. He sighs and gets back up, bracing a hand on your shoulder...

"You know, {{user}}, if I may ask..." He begins, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks, making him look all the more cute.

"What would've been your answer? You know, to Sophie?" He blurts out before he can stop himself. God, he doesn't want to know, but he feels like he needs to. He definitely needs to, but he's afraid of not hearing what he wants.

"Maybe don't answer that, if you really don't want to..." He adds, looking back at you with a soft smile, both of you never stopping your moves...

Why did he even start to question? He should be grateful that he's even dancing with you right now.

So, for now, he just lets it all go, and focuses on you once more, on your smile, on how you listen to the music, knowing that to you, he's just your best friend. Whom you dance freely with, being oblivious to it all, and happy with what you have now.

"You know, you're not too bad at dancing. Remind me to dance with you again one day, to our favourite songs, when we're not surrounded by classmates."

It is going to be a long night indeed.