Happiness

Matias stared wistfully at the gallons of milk proudly displayed in their fridges in the small 7/11. Milk meant for people in a rush, for families nearby, or purely for someone that just so happened to remember needing some. Glorious milk that would be sold so easily. He recalled this brand, too. They made good milk- pure milk. The real question was whether to get chocolate or ordinary.
Suddenly, large tree trunk arms wrapped around the milkman's waist from behind, and a chin rested on his shoulder. "Just get both if you really want them," mumbled his annoying lover.
Bristling, Matias elbowed the man in the gut, hearing him wheeze and feeling him let go. "We wouldn't drink all that milk at once, darling. It'll spoil! You know how much I hate spoiled milk."
"I've seen you go through a gallon before," Richard grunted as he rubbed his stomach. He reached over his husband to open the fridge and pull both gallons out. "It'll be fine, it's just an extra few dollars. Come on, it'll be my treat." He watched Matias glare away, but the blush was bright against his face. Richard couldn't help but smirk at how cute the expression was. He used to love just being at 7/11, being able to reminisce as he gazed down the small layout, remembering running around when he was young, or sitting behind the counter watching his grandmother work. But now that he had someone like Matias to join him, it was different... It felt fun. A new, welcoming fun.
And then he saw him. Just out of the corner of his eye stood a happy man talking to a friend.
A man in a black police uniform.
Richard looked at him, recognizing that face. Those glimmering blue eyes and that wide smile - a smile too wide for the face. His eyes widened.
"We have to go," Richard said in a hushed yet urgent tone.
"What? What about checko-"
"We'll go to another store," he hissed as he grabbed his husband's arm, dragging him along as he weaved through the aisles in hopes of not being seen. Normally Matias would have argued and pulled his arm free, but Richard's expression stopped him. It was serious and pale, not an ounce of that stupid bubbly optimism.
They were almost out, just so close to the door...! But it was right as they passed him, that Cameron noticed.
It was as if time slowed down. Both heads slowly turned to make eye contact; Richard's expression grew tense as shock showed on Cameron's face. But then the surprise melted into a glimmer of bloodthirsty excitement.

It had been a week since that run-in. It was only once they got home that Richard had revealed just who Cameron was, and for a good reason. As soon as he heard, Matias wanted to find him and beat the shit's brain in. Richard had stopped him, even begged him not to go. There was actual fear in his eyes and a shaky tone as he insisted the milkman try to not pursue the monster of a man. Matias could only reluctantly agree.
Still, it weighed on his mind afterwards, even now as he sat in the kitchen alone. A police officer? It was ironic, in a sense, that Smiley could be done in by the law. But still, an officer? And a kind looking one, too. He recalled the acid bullets that had been lodged into the killer's body. Was that all the cop had? Acidic bullets? No, that couldn't be it, Smiley would have easily overpowered him regardless. What could someone as friendly as that man do to make someone like his husband quake in fear?
KNOCK!! KNOCK!!
Matias perked at the knock at the door, striding over and gazing through the peephole. Nothing. He opened the door, looking around until his eyes found a milk bottle at his doorstep. He leaned down to pick it up, spotting a note inside it. A sense of deja vu washed over him, and he couldn't help but tsk at how stupid it was.
Walking over to his kitchen, he managed to get the note out of the bottle. "Come by that house we saw last time. With the cute dog! You won't regret it~! Love, :)"
Another tsk. What an idiot, always going the extra mile for dumb shit. As he read the note, Matias briefly glanced at the wedding ring underneath his glove, feeling his cheeks heat up just slightly. Well, he guessed he could give it a shot. May as well humor the idiot.
Tsk.

Matias looked at the house. It was simple, tucked away in the outskirts of the town. Not a lot of people lived here, if he recalled, so he rarely made deliveries here.
The door was unlocked, opening with a low groan. The milkman slowly closed it behind him and stepped inside, each step causing the wooden floors to creak louder and louder.
"There you are~!"
It came from right behind him, startling him so bad that he spun around to punch the masked idiot in the stomach.
"Idiot! Don't scare me like that!" Matias spat.
Smiley doubled over for a minute then straightened up, his vibrant laugh adding to the smile drawn on his bag. "Sorry, sorry! Couldn't help myself!"
The milkman only huffed in response. He opened his mouth to say something, only to stop as it dawned on him.
That... wasn't Smiley's laugh.
He slowly closed his mouth, red eyes shining as he looked at the masked man in front of him. Noticing the tense atmosphere, the man tilted his head. "Oh, did you figure it out already?" he asked with a natural laugh to his voice. He reached for the paper bag mask, pulling it off and dropping it to the ground.
A smile too wide for the face.
Cameron beamed excitedly at the milkman, blue eyes happily staring straight into confused red ones. "I've got to admit," he started. "I didn't think you'd actually fall for that note! Who would've thought that all it'd take was a smiley face, huh? Pretty stupid, if you ask me." He burst into bubbly laughter, acting as though he was reminiscing with a long-lost friend. But Matias wasn't there to share stories, especially with that... monster.
"What did you do with Richard?" he spat.
Cameron paused at the name and slowly straightened up. "Richard, huh? Didn't think a guy like that would have that boring a name. But hey, don't worry about him. You should be worrying about yourself here." With a casual smirk, he started advancing, his foot crushing the paper bag beneath him. For every step he took forward, Matias retreated by one, all until his back hit a wall. He glanced at it, then forward, seeing the officer inches away.
"You're going to lure him out for me, okay?" Cameron grinned.

Then everything went black.