Chucky Series Shorts

Moving Day

"Psssst, wake up sleepyhead."
Devon whispers, pinching the back of the other's neck.

  Jake whined, shifting as he fell off of Devon and onto the cold sheets. Devon silently chuckled and shook him a bit; causing him to flutter his eyes open.

"Come on, Jake, you need to get up."
He says, a little louder; smiling.

"Whyyy? What time is it?"
Jake asked, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes; yawning as he did so.

"It's eight thirty, and it's moving day, remember?" Devon replies.

"Oh shit!"
The boy yelled, jumping out of bed.

"Wow, so energetic without any coffee yet."
He says, teasingly.

"Shut up."
Jake exclaims, taking his clothes out of his closet and shoving it in a box.

"Sorry, sorry. You don't need to rush to finish packing right now. We just have to be out of the house by tonight."
Devon explains.

"Then why would you wake me up so fucking early?" The other whined, complaining like a little kid when they don't get a toy from the store.

"Jake, you're acting like a baby. And I woke you up earlier so I wouldn't be awake by myself, you could help finish packing, and so you wouldn't act like this when we had to leave."
He answers, making a list with his fingers as he talked.

"I'm so tired!"
Jake screeched, his voice cracking.

"I'll go make you coffee then we can do the rest of the packing after."
Devon comments, leaving Jake in the bedroom by himself.

  After Jake was more awake and drank his coffee they got to work. They already had most of their things packed but their clothes and just some few accessories and stuff laying around in their bedroom. They put all of their clothes in multiple boxes, it didn't matter if they were together or separate. They know who's clothes are who's and they wear each others clothes all the time so it wouldn't really matter.  The last thing Jake packed was his record player and all his records, making sure they were secured so it wouldn't be damaged.

  Devon has already started packing all their cups in the kitchen. Bowls and plates were already put into boxes. Same with their silverware. Jake eventually went out there to help with pots, pans and all of Devon's cooking shit. And fuck, he had a lot of it.

"What do we do with all the food?"
Jake asked.

"I'm not sure yet. We could maybe get another box or something and put it in there. We'll need to take it with us though so it can get to the house faster." Devon explains.

"Uhhh ok."
He nods, putting the food into a box, sorting it based on size and weight.

After their long day of getting everything cleared and into boxes, the u-haul truck finally arrived. They put all their belongings inside, taking just a few with them into their car as they drive off to the new place.

It wasn't far from the apartments they just moved from. Just a small house, three three bedrooms with two bathrooms. Which may seem big but it was all in the same hallway. They actually had a decent sized kitchen and they cozy living room. Not to mention the laundry room that wasn't the size of an elevator.

"This house is bigger than I thought."
Jake says, carrying his suitcase.

"What do you mean? We looked through this house together."
Devon questioned.

"I don't know, I think it's because there's literally nothing in here so that's maybe why it looks bigger. I don't know. I think it was too crowded last time."
He explains.

"You're so strange."
The other teases.

"I know I am!"
Jake says, confidently.

"I'm going to go claim my bedroom!"
He adds.

"We're sharing a room."
Devon claims.

"We are?"

"Yes! We talked about this."

Jake thinks back to their talks about the house before they even moved.
"Ohhh, yeah we did! In that case, I'm going to go claim our bedroom."

"Choose the one with the bathroom!"
Devon shouts from down the hall, standing in the living room.

At the end of the day, they got all their stuff in the correct rooms. Kitchen utensils in the kitchen, decorations in the rooms they chose. Bathroom stuff in one of the bathrooms. And their sweaty, dirty clothes they wore today in the laundry room.

"So what are we going to do with the other two rooms? I know you said one of them was going to be an extra bedroom for whenever Lexy comes over and stuff."
Jake says, laying on top of Devon as he strokes his hair.

"I was thinking you could use it as your art room or something. I don't need you getting paint and shit all over the living room or in here."
Devon replies, laying his head on top of the other.

"Really? Are you sure?"
He asked.

"Yes, I'm sure! You can decorate it in all your band posters or you can paint it however you want it. One of those rooms is all yours."

"Thank you, bae!"
Jake exclaims, hugging him tighter and kissing his neck; just a peck.

"Yep, I want you to keep your special interest since I get to keep mine."

They lay in bed, silence for a moment.
"It feels so weird in here, does it? We don't anything set up yet and it's just a whole different location."
He comments.

"Yeah, we're just not used to it. Plus, we only have the bed set up, we have a lot of work to do with this house still. Don't be shocked if you're going to be waken up earlier than usual."
Devon answers, chuckling a bit.

"Better have my coffee prepared then."
Jake laughs, laying into his chest as he slowly dozed off.

"Get some sleep, sweetie."

"I'll try."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"That's not possible."

"Ok, whatever helps you sleep at night I guess."
Jake grumbled, barely audible.