PYRE -A Jeff the Killer Rewrite

3|| It's Watching Me

A/N: More mentions of homophobia 

Sunday passed far quicker than what was comfortable. Most of the day was spent frantically running around finding clothes and school supplies as well as Jeff trying to ration his remaining cigarette pack to last. He would now have to find a new way to get them. For the most part the day was calm, as Peter and Olivia had gone to the emergency room to deal with the man's varying assortment of injuries. The couple had definitely not forgotten to dish out a fairly short screaming session towards their children, although it was telling Peter had been holding back in fear of getting another kick to his already deformed ribcage.

It was now a few minutes after seven. Waking up at seven on a Monday morning should have been illegal. Not only did that mean Jeff had to ration his time between getting shit in order, hyping himself up to get out of bed, and straightening his hair, but it meant having to wake up Liu in the morning.

Jeff wished Liu could just be a light sleeper. Sure he probably slept that much because of his copious amounts of night terrors, but having to wake up a thirteen year old boy at the crack of dawn was a feat in itself. In the end it did end up taking Jeff to, quite literally, haul Liu out of his room. Complete with Liu's signature tired whining, of course.

Bags had been packed yesterday to avoid forgetting anything, although Jeff did find himself checking them over a thousand times to try and calm his anxiety. Medications were taken, headphones were found, and Liu was being his usual stubborn self. It was nothing abnormal as this practically happened every morning.

"Ugh, but my leg is fine, I don't need them today," Liu scoffed, glaring daggers at the sticker-adorned crutches that leaned against the door.

Jeff cocked an eyebrow at the statement. "You were quite literally leaning against me to get downstairs. Nice try bud."

Liu stuck his tongue at the statement, making sure to flip Jeff off for extra douche points. He knew he would have to use them as they had been on their feet all of yesterday afternoon, and school would be hell with only one working leg. Jeff knew his brother was severely self-conscious regarding whenever he had to use any sort of help regarding his disability, hell Jeff even felt that way sometimes wherever his heart monitor could be seen.

"Phone buzzed," Liu stated bluntly, gesturing to Jeff's phone with his head.

Jeff went to check what the notification was about. "It's Toby," he said, "he's asking if we wanna meet up and head to school with him."

Liu perked up. "We should."

Responding with a hum, Jeff shoved his phone in his back pocket and gently tossed Liu his crutches before grabbing their bags. Due to a lack of textbooks the bags weighed practically nothing, which Jeff was grateful for. He figured he would just carry them both as it was just as easy. Liu was visibly not hobbling anymore which Jeff took as a "I did actually need my aids but I don't want to seem like a burden", and so with a double check they did not forget anything, Jeff opened the door.

"Shall we, one-socked Liu?" Jeff smirked.

Liu poked his tongue at Jeff, "I will fucking murder you."

With that they were out the door.

Toby and Jeff had decided to make the "official" meeting spot the street corner they, well really Liu, had bumped into each other at. The corner was actually pretty close to both of their houses, and on the route Toby mentioned he usually took anyways. In the end it took roughly less than five minutes to get there.

Upon arriving, Toby was sitting on the curb with a blonde girl who looked maybe seventeen. She looked much more dressed up than Toby, having stacked bracelets on both arms and a bandana wrapped around her hair, as compared to Toby who simply wore an old tan shirt and jeans that he had seemingly painted designs onto.