Running with a murderer (Schlattbur) (DISCONTINUED/REWRITING)

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With that he removes his hand moving away from him.

Schlatt was quiet, not even questioning him anymore.

He opens the door stepping out " I'm gonna go inside now. " the British smiles " much luck to you mate. " shutting the door schaltt makes his way towards the front.

He kissed me. Wilbur kissed me.

From afar he sees two silhouettes.

Please don't notice me. I don't wanna stab you.

The male (wearing his disguise) walks closer and closer. The more closer he walked the more nervous he got, his hands growing sweaty and his heart pounding faster.

What if he gets noticed? Or what if he fucks it up?

A nervous whimper escapes his mouth, biting down on his bottom lip.

The front door opens, hearing a bell ring. There schlatt saw two young males who were talking now paying their attention towards him, both of them smiling;

" hello, welcome to the blitz motel how can I help you tonight? " the young male behind the counter spoke " yes hi, um, I need a room to stay in? " the male nods " okay sir, and for how long? " he asked pulling out a clip board.

Fuck. He doesn't know how long.

" what is the longest may I ask? "

" the longest would have to be, a month, but every Friday you have to pay around thirty dollars, if not Friday you have until Sunday to pay. "

He nods " cool, then I'll just be staying three weeks if thats alright. "

Ezra nods " okay sir, while I do this jc will be signing you in while I go grab your room keys. " he stands up walking away " Hiya, I'm jc! " a taller male spoke " so, is it just you? " schlatt shook his head " no, a buddy of mine will be staying with me. "

Jc looks up at him and nods " okay, may I ask for a name please? "

" Jedidiah Sims. " the male nods, but before he wrote down the name he stares at the man.

Fuck.

His eyes scanned the tall man, his heart pounded. Was he finally recognised??? What was he gonna do??

Does he run?? No. No he can't. God knows what wilbur would do.

Does he have to kill them?? God, anything but that. But he couldn't risk anything. He has to do what wilbur said… he has to do it for him, just like he asked for, just like he promised.

Schlatt's hand went into his pocket, slowly wrapping his hand around the switch blade hidden inside.

I'm so sorry.

Jc hums " you don't look like a Jedidiah. More like a tom if I'm being honest with ya. "

Wha??

Writing his name in he looks up with a smile " okay, and your payment will be thirty dollars for the first week. " he nods and gives him the money.

As soon as he payed Ezra walks out with a room key " here you go sir, room 739. It will be on the that side and up on the second floor, third to your last. "

Schlatt nods " thank you, have a nice night. " they said their goodbyes and out schlatt walks with the keys. A breath he didn't know he was holding in escaped his mouth.

His heart pounding.

God he actually thought he was going to have to kill somebody. Thank fucking god he didn't. Though it was fucking stupid, if only that prick knew the danger he literally put himself in.

He should be glad he didn't stare any longer. Mostly thank god that he didn't have a blade plunged into his throat.

Walking back to the van he sees wilbur standing out of it, leaning against the side. A blush once again growing on his cheek.

The british turns his head and stares at him, humming.

" didn't get recognised? " he asked " how did you know? " wilbur looks him up and down " because you aren't covered in blood. Thats how. " schlatt huffs " that dude almost got himself killed, not talking quick enough. "

Wilbur raised a brow " what do you– "
" lets not talk about it. " he reveals the room key making wilbur grin " up to our bedroom we go. " he chuckles, not realising how red it made schlatt went.

So many things raced through his mind.

Flirted with.
Asked out on a date.
And now kissed.

God what happens next.

Schlatt nods " yeah… and the things? " wilbur shrugs " imma have to ditch it for another car. By now that could've reported it and they should still be searching for it. Grab your things. "

He walks to the passenger side, opening it and climbed in to grab his stuff " hey, " he looms up seeing wilbur with the door open " I want you to have that ram headband. "

" I'm not a fucking furry you creep. "
" take them idiot. "
" fuck you. "
" you got it wrong. Its the other way around. "

His face redden, huffing as he took the headband, slamming the door shut.

" you can go ahead and head to the room, here take my stuff, I'm gonna get us a new ride. "

With that Wilbur climbs in and drives away leaving the younger male.

Left with this stupid headband.

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I am satisfied that I gave half of you heart attacks haha. Get pranked losers.

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