Julie Radovich and Nick Parker arrived at the meadow at 7:20 pm. It was a Friday night in August, and it was going to be a romantic picnic...
Or so Nick had thought.
Things had started out well, he had picked her up and driven her there in his car. Julie had brought red wine and homemade cherry pie, while Nick had brought a salad and chicken. They sat down to eat and watch the remainder of the sunset, and they chatted casually in the fading light. Then, things spiraled downwards as Nick cut himself a piece of that cherry pie.
“Nick,” Julie had said suddenly, her voice strangely sinister, “you know Saundra Barley, don’t you.” It was not a question, and Nick was confused. Julie had mentioned her roommate to him before, but he never thought she knew… So he said no.
“Oh, well that’s funny,” Julie replied, voice humorless, “because she was going on and on about how she and a certain ‘Nick Parker’ were going to go out for dinner Saturday. Is there any relation?” She snarled. Nick swallowed. He hadn’t thought Saundra would tell Julie... He knew he was in for it, he just didn’t realize ‘it’ meant a bullet to the back of his head.
Things escalated quickly as Julie shrieked to high heaven about how Nick had ‘used her’ and how she must mean so little to him. Nick was going to say sorry, and he actually kind of was, but Julie had started walking away, and before he could turn around to tell her to ‘stop’, and to reassure her that he really did care for her, she pulled out a Glock 22 from her purse, and fired into the back of Nick Parker’s skull. As the body fell down, staining the light blue picnic blanket red, Julie Redovich stormed away and drove out of there, like a bat outta hell, in Nick’s car.
So much for her and Saundra being friends…