Son of a demon (Jeff the killer Fanfic)

Out to lunch

"Oh, dude," Eli moaned, sitting up, rubbing his perfect eyes, "Can you get drunk off of soda? I mean, I've never had a hang-over but I'm guessing this is what it feels like."

"Oh man, I know what you mean!" I sat up rubbing my head. I had a terrable head ache, almost as if my head was going to explode! There was a knock at my door from behind. Eli rolled over as the door slowly creeked open to reveal my mother standing behind it.

"Are you boys up?" She whispered to us. We both moaned slowly and quietly in unison. "If you two get up before lunch I'll take you both out!" She bribed.

"We're up!" I lifted my head up and rolled over from my back to my stomache.

"Great! It's already eleven forty-five. I'll leave you two. I'll come back at around twelve to make sure you're ready. If you're ready before we can go for lunch earlier." The door closed switly as she walked off down the hall.

"Is she gone?" Eli attempted to say, his face shoved into a pillow.

"Yeah, might as well get up."

"You never actually told her about...me, right? Because then all of this hiding would be for no reason!"

"No I didn't. I didn't know weather or not you wanted me too."

"Well why not? Considering you're her own son, why would she be judging my past?"

"Right. Why would she judge the past of the boy whose dad is friends with my dad, who also happens to be the very person she is trying to hide me from."

"Good point. Maybe you shouldn't tell her about it then."

"Oh, yeah, wonder how you came up with that brilliant idea!"

"Whatever. Come on, we should go get dressed so your mom can take us out for lunch."

"Alright. I'll go get changed in the bathroom and you can stay here."

"Okay," He started grabbing a new shirt out of his bag,"Just knock before you enter! Privacy is a virtue!"

"That's true!" I grabbed a fresh black Green Day shirt with the white hand holding a red heart grenade that Eli surprised me with last night after we met with my dad, along with the Dookie CD we fell asleep to, which was amazing.

It only actually takes a few minutes to get changed, I mean, how long could it take to change shirts and pants? Also, my hair is that perfect length where it's long enough to covor my face with while looking pretty good, but the only brushing I had to do was run my fingers through or flip it out and it'll be alright.

After my knock was approved by Eli, I entered the room to throw my clothes in the hamper with the rest of the dirty laundry. Eli was still ruffling his hair until it was perfectly ruffled, staring into the mirror at the brown haired, beautiful eyed boy in the white shirt with blue and dark red stripes above black skinny jeans staring back at him. "Hey!"

"Is your hair perfect yet princess?" I teased.

"Ha-Ha." He said sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at my, eyes still glued to the mirror. "Perfection takes time!"

"You were born perfect, bro."

"What a sweet heart." Eli finally looked away from the mirror and glanced at the clock on my bedside nightstand, "It's only . Want to go back to sleep?"

"You just spent all that time primping! Do you really want it to all be for nothing?"

"Good point..."

"I mean, you just fixed it to look messy, which it already was so I don't think it'd really matter."

"There is a big difference between natural messiness and planned messiness!"

"Whatever, go get your glasses and I'll 'lead you down the stairs.'"

"Alright." He got his glasses off the desk where they sat and rested them on his nose. He grabbed an indicator pole out of his bag and held it infront of himself. "How do I look?"

"Great, now come on." I grabbed him by the wrist and led him to the top of the stairs. I took his hand in mine while he used the free one to wrap around the railing. He hobbled down the stairs slowly until we reached the hard wood below.

"Are you kids ready?" Mom asked, grabbing jackets off the coat wrack. I passed Eli his jean jacket and held my white one. I pulled it over my head and examined my self in the small oval mirror on the olive green wall above the knobs of the coat wrack. I guess I am my father's son.