Jeff murderer x regular Ben

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Short, I was writing this when I remembered this song lol. ^
Ben's pov:

I sigh. How the hell do I get here? My husband, who is not only my childhood best friend, is also a murderer. He's killed so many people yet I somehow married him still knowing that fact. Who does that? He's a horrible person but oh those eyes and his gentle hands. Truly, how could I ever hate him? After all, I'm not innocent either anymore. I'm his alibi.

Jeff: Hey Honey. I'm home~!
Ben: Welcome home love. Give me your sweatshirt so I can clean the bloodstains.
Jeff: Thank you love~

He quickly takes his sweatshirt off revealing his toned abs. I blush. I take his bloody sweatshirt and go downstairs to clean it. I put some ingredients on it and scrub the blood stains, I then put it in the wash to get the rest of it off. I hear a knock from upstairs and quickly run upstairs. I throw a black turtleneck onto Jeff and he quickly ties his hair into a loose ponytail. I quickly think and remove the makeup from my neck and mess my hair up a bit. I make sure my clothes look wrinkled. I open the door and look at the policemen.

Police: U-Uhm. Is Jeff here?
Ben: Oh um. Y-yeah. He's here.
Jeff: What's up?
Police: It seems that you're suspected of murder, where were you earlier this morning?
Ben: Sir, he couldn't have done it...he was um..'busy' with me. I'm sure you understand. 

He looks at my wrinkled clothes, the marks on my neck, and my messy hair. He nods and slightly looks away.

Police: U-Um. Right. It seems we have the wrong guy. Y'all have a nice day.
Ben: You as well sir.

I shut the door and turn around. I look at Jeff and sigh. I sit down and cross my legs.

Ben: Seriously, Jeff what have we talked about? You can't get caught, I can't keep making things up for you.
Jeff: Ah but you're so good and cute when you use that little brain of yours~! Amazing excuse just now by the way. I can't believe that you just made yourself look all wrecked just to throw the police off~

He smiles and trails a finger down my chest. I blush and look away. I swat his hand away.

Ben: w-whatever just don't get caught again. 

He nods and happily walks away. I simply sigh. Thank god we didn't get caught. If they ever find out that I've been covering up for him this entire time I'll be in trouble too. Well, there's no going back now. Not that I would want to.

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