Joey

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Joey

We drove up to the local beach, me and my boyfriend Joe Crouch. He stopped his 2003 Night Blue Sabb convertible then Joe and I stepped out. We gently closed the car doors in unison and Joe grabbed the cooler from the truck before we slowly walked down to the beach. I smiled at Joe this was our 7th date so far. We sat down close to the tide and gazed up at the thousands of stars in the night sky. There weren’t any buildings around here so nothing prevented us from really enjoying the beautiful night sky, and each others company, I could vaugley make out Devon Lighthouse. Joe got out two bottles of Stella from the cooler. He cracked both of them open before handing me one. "You know Joe, This is so romantic!" I said and took a drink of beer. I looked at Joe’s eyes glittering in the moonlight. "Only the best for you." Joe smiled, "You’re nothing like my old girlfriend. She was always grumpy and demanding and snapped for no reason a complete and utter bitch. She was a killer on my patience. But I dealt with it." Joe chugged down half his beer. "Wait wasn’t she murdered? It was in the newspaper a few years ago wasn’t it?" I looked at Joe I hoped it wasn’t too emotional for him to remember. I took quite drinks at my beer waiting for him to say something. "Yeah it’s a shame." Joe finally said with a sigh, "She was annoying but she didn’t deserve that. I hear she was beaten to death, and the police say that by the looks of things it was done by someone she knew. They never did find the killer though" Now I was a bit creeped out myself. I cuddled a bit closer to Joe he was aroused I could tell. With him here with me it was a lot more comforting. He looked at me with a comforting look and we both finished our beers. The wind then picked up. Joe and I had left our jackets back in the car. I told Joe that I’d go get them. He nodded saying that he’s a bit cold too. I got up and walked back over to the car thinking about Joe and how cute he is. He was a great boyfriend. I reached for our coats when a beer bottle smashed into my skull. I fell on the ground and bled to death. "You’re annoying too. You talk too much!" was the last thing I heard. The police arrived about an hour later. They looked around for evidence. All they found was the beer bottle with my blood on it and the Saab still parked there, apparently all the information relating to the owner, including picture id was forged. They questioned Joe but he claims he broke up with me for weeks now. Joe was at my funeral. He saw me in my coffin and get put in the ground. He spoke a few words of grief to my parents. When the funeral was over he drove off in his new Ford and a new girl in the passenger seat. Look for Joe on Facebook or Myspace, you will not find him.