shy, im sorry, not.

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"oh, umm duh shawny! he's your imaginary friend from now on!" I can't believe I thought of that!
"oh, ok!"
phew! that was close...
"BEN!" Sebastian yelled.
aww no! not him too!
"shy-wee wuv BEN!"
NUH UH
I started tearing up, practically envisioning Olivia saying 'uh huh' right at me.
I scooted the two boys out of the room and started out the door regardless of my parents screaming for me to get back inside.
I eventually reached the park when suddenly, I heard a cry for help... ugh! must be Jeff killing or something.
"hey there..." I heard a voice deep and raspy call out to me.
"what! what could you possibly want from me!!!" I spun around to see jeff, of course covered in blood.
I saw his eyes, bloodshot. must be killing. I then see his filthy hand touch my face as he leaned in slowly closing his eyes, I thought he was going to kiss me so I turned my head away from his hand, but he wasn't going to kiss me, he was hugging me.
"what the hell Jeff?"
"shhhh, I just need a human to talk to. a non psychopath human to be specific..."
"why jeff, why did you yell at her?" I pulled away from the hug we were sharing and beamed into his eyes, acting as if I could read them, just by his eyes alone... but I suddenly remembered why, she chose me over him...
"AHHHH! WHAT THE F*CK JEFF!" I screamed looking down to see a bloody covered shy sweatshirt on me, and pain shrieked its way up and into reality. I might die! omg this is awful! I can't believe him! what was he thinking?!?!

Jeff's pov:
that's for taking my one and only, cookie!
I stabbed again only to hear her shriek in pain,
and that's for calling me pale ass! I thought to myself.

"bring me back Olivia!!!" I bursted out.

"never! you can't have her! she will kill you for this!" shy whispered, with her last breath of air that I could see, she grabbed the knife and slashed my arm.
F*CK!!!

"ugh! why did you do that cookie!"
"oh, i don't know, why don't you ask My Internal ORGANS ALL OVER THE BLOODY GROUND!" she gulped, and that was the end of it. our fight subsided, and our feelings hurt, not mine, hers of course. but I could feel it for the both of us... and I called an ambulance, and ran.

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