# 19 – Like a Psycho


Bruce had just taken a big mouthful of energy drink.  He froze for a second, looking wide-eyed and guilty.  Liza raised her eyebrows and tried to look annoyed, but the smile kind of ruined it.  Bruce swallowed and smiled back at her.

“I tried to wake you up, but you were sleeping so heavily that I thought you were dead at first.  I didn’t want to leave you out here, so I found your address on your license, used your lip balm, stopped and bought some things with your credit card on the way to your house, put you in bed, made myself dinner, read your mail, vacuumed, took a shower, used your toothbrush, tried on your panties, and then caught a bus back.”  He took another gulp of energy drink, set it down, folded his arms, and leaned back.

Liza burst out laughing.  “Is that all true?”

“Some of it.”

“Which parts?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”  Bruce looked amused.  Liza just shook her head.

“Where did my pen come from?  I thought I lost it.”

“You don’t want to know,” said Bruce.

“Why not?”

“The answer might freak you out.”

“After saying that you wore my panties, you’re worried about freaking me out?”

Bruce grinned, thought for a minute, and shrugged.  “I saw you in Adams Square drawing.  I didn’t want to disturb you, but I wanted to make sure no one bothered you.  After you left, I walked by where you were sitting and found the pen.”

Liza let that sink in for a minute.  If Bruce wanted to do something to her, he’d already had plenty of opportunities, and what had he done?  Sat and talked to her.  Watched over her.  Driven her home and tucked her into bed.  Anyway, they had only met in the first place because she’d stared at him in class and then followed him in her car like a psycho.

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  He looked surprised.  She reached up and turned his head toward her.  His expression was neutral but his dark eyes were smiling down at her.  When she kissed him, he unfolded his arms and wrapped them around her.  They sat like that until it was time for class.

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