[Denial] JTK X READER

{Chapter 3}

                              Y/N

After grabbing the few things I needed from the store, I decide to stop by and order a couple drinks for me and jerk face. I have absolutely no fucking clue what he likes, so he is just going to have to deal with whatever I get him.

I walk out of the store, with a chai tea latte blended, and a vanilla espresso in my hands along with the few groceries.

'This is going to be a long day.'

Arriving back to my house, I can hear the Tv playing something as I step inside.

I guess he decided to watch tv.

"I'm back-"

"Good, im bored" Jeff stands up and stretches before walking in the kitchen.

"I wasn't gone that long, you're fine." I roll me eyes.

"Yeah but I didn't have anyone to bother."

"Whatever."

"So what did you get?" He asks me. Probably nosey just wanting to know.

"Just a few kitchen things, oh and I grabbed you a coffee while I was out." I hand him the espresso before setting my bags down on the kitchen counter. The sudden pressure relief of my arms makes my shoulders relax before I start to unpack.

"So..... what do serial killers do after they don't kill their victims?"

"Well usually mine don't get that far, but you're cool. I can deal with you."

"That's reassuring." I mumble.

"How long do you plan on staying here? Just curious as to how long I'm gonna have a roommate."

"Idk I will probably go back to my house tonight. It's quiet here tho. I might come back."

"As long as you don't kill me or break my shit I don't care what you do."

He looks up, "I will keep that in mind."

                     «Time Skip»

I look at the clock,
'4:22pm'

This day is going slower than I would have liked.

"What do we want for dinner? I'm probably just going to order in." I ask him.

"Pizza-"

"Absolutely not. Disgusting. Try again."

"Damn, that was harsh. Okay what about Raising Canes?"

"That's better. I can do that"
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I love food. Food has always treated me better than any man or woman ever have. I should just marry i-

"You good? You've been awe-ing your food since it got here."

"Oh shit- I'm good. My bad."
'Embarrassing' I sink into the couch.

The tv can be heard in the background playing, "Criminal Minds" while we both eat on the couch.

"Okay like seriously, this is all fake. Blood does NOT look like that- I mean come on." Jeff sarcastically cut in.

"You're not wrong, this all looks WAY too fake. They need to lay off the corn syrup." I replied taking a bite of my chicken.

"How do you know that?"