"All Mine." - A Chucky Fanfiction

☆ CH.6 - Anger ☆

hey pookies
jake is so silly‼️‼️😇😍
bouta do sum devious😈

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☆ D E V O N ' S P O V ☆

- Tuesday -

I woke up, with the sun immediately hitting my face. I groaned and tried to roll over. Then it hit me, this isn't my room. I looked around, hm. Jake's room.

HOLY FUCK HOLY SHIT JESUS CHRIST I'M IN JAKE'S ROOM...AND I'M IN HIS BED.

I turned my head, Jake's face was there. Then I looked down. He had his arms wrapped around my stomach and his legs wrapped around mine.

Not letting me move. Until he moves. Then I noticed his wrist...those cuts look fresh, but only a bit.

Why, Jake? It's probably better if I don't mention them.

I held his hand, blushing even more in the process. I intertwined out fingers, and closed my eyes again.

☆ J A K E ' S P O V ☆

I woke up before Devon, but I've been laying there refusing to move. He looked so peaceful, I couldn't wake him.

I almost squealed when he intertwined our fingers. I did smile though. A lot.

Is this what being lovesick feels like.?

As much as I liked this, we were gonna be late for school. I "woke up" and lifted my head up. "D-Dev? You awake?"

"Y-Yeah." He said. I slowly moved my legs, then my hands. "Hey uhm...I'm sorry to have to make you get up but...you know we have school."

We both got up, and sat on the bed backing each other.

Does he think I'm weird? Why did I cuddle him?...Why didn't he move...?

"Hey what time is it..?" Dev asked.

Fuck.

I checked my phone on my nightstand. "7:40 A.M." It read. "It's 7:40. Wait doesn't school start at 8:00-"

We both practically jumped off my bed. I ran to the shower, Devon ran to Junior's room.

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I slipped on a 'My Chemical Romance' t-shirt and a pair of black baggy jeans.

"Chucky, I know you were awake the whole night. Were we cuddling really long?"

Chucky rolled his eyes at me, "Yeah. And, If it makes you happy, the kid was smiling in his sleep."

I blushed heavily and grinned. "It does. Thanks! Hey, where's my eye?"

"I put it in your desk drawer last night when you went downstairs."

"Thanks Chucky."

I heard a knock, and opened my door. It was Devon obviously. The only difference was, he was wet and had a towel hanging dangerously low.

My breathed hitched as I tried my best not to look down. "Yeah?" I asked him, trying to play it cool. Failing miserably. "Oh uhm...can I borrow some clothes.?"

Devon...IN MY CLOTHES?!

I tried to hide my happiness, "How come you didn't ask Junior?" He looked everywhere but my eyes, "He already left...He probably thought I left too, since my bags weren't in his room."

"Oh. I don't know if my style is really your thing..." I said, he just rolled his eyes and brushed pass me.

Devon walked to my closet and opened it. He stared for a bit before taking up a plain black tee and a pair of baggy green cargos. He took his- my clothes and walked back to Junior's room to get dressed.