Jack's POV
I awoke to Violet nuzzling my chest, my hand around her side. We were cuddling. Yes. She was smiling, probably dreaming of sweet things. I smiled. She looked so peaceful. I wondered what she was dreaming about.
Violet's POV
I was dreaming of Jack and me swinging on a tire swing. He was telling me jokes and we were giggling about nothing. It was great. I laughed so much that I began coughing. Jack started freaking out.
I awoke to Jack looking at me. He had a big smile on his face. I felt our position; we were cuddling. It felt nice. He was so warm, I liked it. I never realized how much my body was starved of physical attention until then. I wanted it more.
I put my arm around Jack and hugged him. He put his arms around me and hugged back. We stayed like that for a long time. I didn't want him to let me go. I liked being in his arms. I felt safe. I felt happy.
The Bloody Painter's POV
I looked into the window of this human household. Jack was in there with that girl. So, LJ thought that he could trick me, did he? How dare he pull such a stunt. You shouldn't double cross me, Jack. I will get you back for this, LJ. Her blood will be mine.
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Sweet Things
FanfictionViolet has no experience with friendships because she has been homeschooled for her entire life. She knows about Creepypasta, but she isn't a super fan of it. Then she finds a strange gift in her car. Who left the gift? Only one person, of course; L...
