You're so beautiful... {creepypasta}

Breakfast

Desiree and I wake up at the same time and look at one another. We both start laughing for no reason. "What's wrong with us?" We ask another at the same time. "Were living with murderers." We both run our right hands through our hair.

"Time to get breakfast..." we say, stand up and walk through the attic door. We walk down all of the sets of stairs and into the kitchen. Nobody made breakfast.

"Lets check what they have Dezz." She nods. It looks like they have bacon and eggs. "You get bacon, I'll make the eggs." She nods again then we start to cook.

We have to make all of the eggs, which was A LOT, probably like 70 something and all of the bacon. When we get done cooking all of the creepy pasta are down stairs wondering what the smell was.

We set out plates and one by one each creepypasta grabbed a plate to try it. Some of them didn't want to because it 'looked gross', THEY EAT ORGANS!! The second to last person to take a plate was Jeff the killer and the last was Ben. He thanked me and Desiree before walking away to eat.

I grab a plate and I sit next to Ben. Desiree sits next to me in the corner if the couch. I lean my head on Ben's arm. I'm not really that hungry. To be honest, whenever I eat it reminds me of... of... the rake eating organs on the table.

"How is it?" I ask him.

"Its definitely the best thing I've eaten since I moved here." He says. With his already finished plate on the table. I'm about to give him my plate but desiree beats me to it.

"Here... you can have mine, Ben" she says. "Being in a house filled with organ eating monsters is making me sick." Ben looks mildly offended and Jeff looks pissed! Ben hands the plate back.

"Here. I don't want it. Being next to bitchy teenage mortals makes me sick." He says and starts to run up stairs. I give Desiree a wtf is wrong with you look and she just looks away guiltily. I run upstairs to Ben and she goes back to the room.

How could she say that in a room full of creepy pasta. Does she have a death wish? First she tried to pet smile dog. Then she touched Slenderman and now she insults the creepypasta in their own home.

What makes it even worse is that most of the creepypasta can't tell us apart so they are just going to be mad at both of us. I find this totally unfair. If she wants to be an idiot then she needs to change the way sure looks.

I finally make it to Ben's room and knock on the door. "What do you want!?" I hear from inside. Ben sounds angry and sad. I wonder if he thinks I'm mad at him. Well there's only one way to find out.

"Can I come in Ben..?" I san slowly. I hear absolute silence from inside the room.

"Yeah. Come in Sophia" he sound like he has cheered up. That's a good sign.

I twist the door knob and take my first step in the room since he kicked me out. I really hope he isn't mad.

"Ben, are yo-" I start to say. Ben cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine. He pulls away and grabs my arms. Then he looks me in the eyes. He looks so sad and serious. He has the prettiest blue eyes ever. They look nervous and anxious. I've never seen so many emotions in his eyes.

"Sophia, are you mad at me?" He asks not breaking eye contact. His eyes dart back and forth from my left and right eyes. His grip on my arms seems to tighten every second that I don't answer. Its not that I'm contemplating what to answer, its just, I'm so captivated by his flawless features. His bright blue eyes. His perfect skin and hair.

How could I have ever given up on Ben being my favorite creepypasta. Especially taking Jeff in his place. I know that if I met the creepypasta before I learned about them, Ben would always have been my favorite.

I quickly press my lips to Ben's. He seems to immediately know that my response was that I wasn't mad at him. He kisses back. We somehow end up on the bed. Then I hear Desiree scream.

"Desiree!" I yell and sit up. I straighten up my hair and run down the stairs. I hear Ben sigh. I'm sorry Ben. As I walk down the hall towards the sound of the screaming I see organs on the floor.

I start to panic but then I see two kidneys in the floor. Desiree didn't have two kidneys. She only had one cause she have me one a couple of years back.

I walk into the kitchen and see her getting organs thrown at her. I run and step in front of her, knowing that one of her worst fears are blood and these organs are all bloody.

I block all of the organs that almost hit her. By the time most of the creepypastas give up or run out of organs to throw in completely soaked in organ blood. When I then around I see her in the fetal position on the floor behind me. I'm about to offer her my hand but then I remember that I'm covered in blood.

I take off my hoodie and reach for Desiree's hand. She grabs it and I help her stand up. She's almost paralyzed in fear. I help her up the stairs all the way to the attic.

I open the door and she sits in her bed. I do the same. Both of our backs are pressed against the wall and we just look at another. Even though we don't really hang out with one another that often we know everything about each other. I know her worst fear and she knows mine.

When I was five I had a rare kidney disease that infected both of my kidneys and destroyed them. I was in the hospital for most of kindergarten. That summer Desiree gave me one of her kidneys. They couldn't find another one or something because of our blood type. Ab is the rarest one.

She knows all of my secrets and I'm pretty sure I know all of hers. She hasn't been acting like herself lately though. She's gotten meaner and... dumber. There has to be something wrong.

"Desiree." I ask slowly. She hums in response. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah..." she pauses for a moment. "I like Ben.."