You & I... Joe Goldberg

Chapter 1: My story. (His POV)

I've never been a happy kid growing up. It was always violence, I didn't feel the presence of love. That is why I began to fantasize about my own. I asked myself, how would I get her to fall in love with me? It worked perfectly fine with Candace, love. Until she didn't love me anymore. She didn't even take the book I got for her. I warned her, and she didn't take it as a signal. Shes dead now, I killed her in the woods. I barried her. She is gone now. Guinevere Beck was something else. A sex addict, kinda. But she was my sex addict. We were doing fine, until curiosity got the best of her. She started to dig for more, and more things that wouldn't concern her. Do you think she was onto me? Do you think she knows who I really am? Well, she did find out. She found out that I killed Benji, and Peach. Those two were the only ones she cared about. I had to finish her. She couldn't be released after knowing. So, I did what any other human being would do. I killed her.

I swear I will tell you all about my past, sweetie. It just takes time. I need time to make you fall in love with me. I know everything about you. But do you know anything about me?

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I just helped a customer purchase a book. Pride and Prejudice to be exact. They really didn't look interested with it but they still bought it. Funny, maybe their not into love stories? I counted the bills. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7.. until I heard the bells ring from the doors. I looked up at you and you had already caught my eye.

You walked over to the first bookshelf you saw. Your eyes scanned through them, picking up the books and reading the first page. You always put the books' back in the right place. You care for other's, you don't want them having a hard time when you could just do it for them. You put yourself in-front of people. You smile at people in the same row as you. You ask them how their day is, and what book their looking for. You want to help them. I can help you. You just need to ask.

You were wearing sweatpants that are light brownish, it also matches with your long sleeve/sweater. You matched it with some Nike Women's Air Max 97, along with a brown shoulder bag. I think it looks like Chanel? You're just absolutely perfect.

It took you about 20 minutes to find a book, and I think you chose a good one. Stephan King, Misery. You like adventure, don't you? You like horrific things. I hope you don't find me horrible, after everything I have done.

You tap my shoulder softly, I turn to look at you. Your Hazel eyes meeting my gaze. "I just wanna say, your store is incredible. It has so many good books I couldn't choose." You said softly, grasping the book in your hand. I look down and smile softly. "Misery?" I ask, making it seem like I wasn't watching you for 20 minutes straight. "Yeah!" you replied with a grin. "I heard its a scary book." you say softly, gigging at the end. "Yeah. I actually recommend it. Best experience if you read it at night." I replied. Giving you a thumbs up and chuckling slightly. "I'll take your advise." You smiled.

I walked over to the register and you hand me your book. I scanned it and looked up, meeting your hazel eyes again. "39.95" I said with a grin. You scramble inside your Chanel bag, holding your ID in your hand. Callie Bisley. What a beautiful name. Callie. You smile softly. "Sorry, I just moved here and I think I misplaced my cash. Can I pay with card?" She asks politely. "Oh I'm sorry. We take card as well. I didn't know if you saw it or not." I replied, chuckling softly. She looks down, and flushes with red. "Oh I'm sorry." she replied, giggling to herself. Does she think I'm funny? Or is she just embarrassed? Whatever that is, its adorable. "No its fine." I chuckled. She hands me her card and I look at her name, again, making it seem like I didn't see her ID. "Callie Bisley?" I look at her. "Yeah, sounds like Cali." She giggled. "You have a really good name." I replied. "Thank you" She smiled. "And you are.." She looks at my name tag and looks back up, meeting my gaze. "Joe." I nodded and smiled softly. "Joe Goldberg." I put her book in a brown paper bag and handed it to her. "Thank you." She smiled softly before grabbing the bag and walking out.