dear diary, as I lied my head on his shoulder well we were swaying to some classic cheesy romance song I realized I felt okay for the first time in my life. And even though we're both fucked up it works. we just work, and if the world doesn't accept that, then I don't accept the world.

I'm sitting outside of the prom right now, JDs about to blow up our school. I just never want the night to end.

''Alright, darling now its time to watch Westerburg go bye-bye'' he says as he pulls out a cigarette from his coat, and lights it.

We step away, about 60 feet from the school and just stand next to each other basking in the presence of each other for about 2minutess when JD breaks the silence.

''5seconds...'' He's grinning like a kid that just got a puppy for Christmas.

...BOOM!

I flinch, eyes shut closed for a moment. The loudest sound I've ever heard goes on for about .5 seconds then it's over, The worst part, or the best part. I can't decide.

Everything falls down, I feel the worst years of my life slowly washing away when I see the smoke from the explosion surrounding what's left of the school. I look back up at JD and smile, he pulls me against him, resting his head on mine and arms wrap around my torso, I lean into it.

''Well Clyde looks like our work here is done'' I mutter against him, I don't need to look at him to know he smirked when I called him 'Clyde'.

'' Alright Bonnie, let's go before the police come'' He takes my hand and we walk back to his car, already packed with the essentials. Clothes, Money, and alcohol.

I don't know what will happen, we could be on the run forever, keep killing bad people become the modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

Or maybe we'll settle down sometime start a family, probably not though.

Maybe I'll wake up soon and realize this was just a really fucked up dream.

whatever happens, I know it'll be okay. Something about the way JD looks at me tells me that.

He's so intoxicating, something about him feels wrong and so right. From his dreamy eyes that are almost bland to his sloppy sideways smile and his dizzying smell of cigarettes and peppermint. Mostly cigarettes, but sometimes there's some peppermint in there.

Oh god, what happened. There was a time where I thought he was a bad person. When he lied to me about not knowing he killed Heather, but now I know he was just trying to help me.

He told me that, and I guess it would be wrong for me to not be thankful for that.

As we speed away from the school, I can't help but laugh. how did I go from caring about what lipgloss to wear to caring about what will happen after I helped blow up my own school?

I watch as JD turns on the radio flips through the channels and he settles on one.

The familiar beats of 'teenage suicide don't do it' starts playing. It fills the car with a very humorous feeling, ironic if you will.

He cranks the volume up, and he starts singing, I join in.

it Beautiful, just us. No parents, no Heather's, No Quarterbacks not even any Martha's. Just us. How to should be. How it will be.

A/N Hi! this is pretty short and my first time trying to write any JD x Veronica stuff, so bear with me, please. Also, I know I shouldn't have to say this but obviously, I don't think anything JD did was okay. This is pure fiction.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this and I might continue this But I'm not sure. BTW I love any feedback so if you've read this and liked it or have any writing advice I'd love it ] Have a good day/night!