Never Judge By The Cover

Chapter 7: Depression Could Bring The Nice Out Of Some People

**Jeff's POV**

"Watcha wanna do shrimpy?" I ask and nudge her with my foot. She shrugs me off and curls up in the corner of the couch. I rolled my eyes and continued to play the Xbox.

'You haven't played Xbox in awhile, and when you do its usually to try to not think about something.' Inner voice says.

"That's exactly why I'm playing." I mumble and keep playing.

I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. I shit you not I was pretty damn impressed with Brooklyn's killing skills. I mean come on, who else can kill a human with their bare hands? And she looks pretty hot doing so. Well jut in general she's hot but not my type..

'Suuuuuuuure. Not you're type.' Inner voice mocks.

"Hey shut the fuck up asshat." I snap. Where was I....... Oh yeah; yeah I found it hilarious when I threw her over my shoulders and she just flipped the fuck out. The only way to get her to shut the hell up was to smack her somewhere; so I smacked her ass.

'PERV ALERT PERV ALERT!' Inner voice shouts, nearly making me lose my game.

"SHUT ThE FUCK UP I SAID!" I roar which caused Brooklyn to fall off the couch. "THE FUCK HOEBAG?!" She shouts and chucks her notebook at my face. "IT AINT MY DAMN FAULT INNER VOICE KEEPS ON NAGGING ME!" I snap. She gives me a confused look but she quickly shrugged it off. "You're the asshat..." she mumbled and got back up rubbing her arm. "Where's the bandages hoebag? You made me cut my arm open." She said showing me. Sighing, I get up and walk over to the infirmary to get a few things to treat her gash. Searching for what feels like forever, I couldn't find the damn bandages.

"Fuck, where the hell are they?" I mumbled angrily to myself. I'm about to go back with I feel a light nudge on my back. I turn around to see Brooklyn with bandages. "Looking for these?" She smirks up at me, and I roll my eyes which makes her giggle. She sits down as I clean out her wound, then stitching it up and wrapping it up. "There. Happy?" I ask and she pokes my nose. "Yep." She snickers and gets up. I smirk and pick her up, which made her yelp, and I threw her over my shoulders. "Why me?!" She shouts and punches my shoulder blade. I laugh and walk out with her.

"Hey quit picking on the noob." Kagekao says. "OMG A BYSTANDER PLEASE GET ME OFF THIS PSYCHO!" She demands and Kagekao laughs. "I don't know if you've realized this already but everyone in this house has pretty much been a psycho. So I can't really help you." He says walking away. "GOD DAMNIT" She laughed. I sit down, still holding Brooklyn over my shoulders. "Why do you always have to pick on me hoebag?" She asks me. "Simple. You're my shrimpy. And no one else can do this or I'll make them go to sleep." I said rather cold. I turned to look at her, and her face was probably 50 shades of pink and red. I chuckle and sit her down next to me. "You're just like an extremely protective boyfriend." She laughs and I shake my head. "Yeah whatever." I mumble and return to my game.

**Brooklyn's POV**

I get up to go to my room to get ready for the day. But I couldn't stop thinking about what just happened between Jeff and I. So now I'm his "shrimpy". God I fucking hate that name. Oh well.. I grabbed my journal and wrote down what happened. After, I got some black leggings, a Seether tank top with a Seether beanie, a bra and a pair of underwear, and a towel and headed for the shower.

After I'm done, I look at myself in the mirror. I sigh, feeling a wave of depression hit me like a truck would. Rolling my eyes at myself, I throw on an oversized Of Mice & Men hoodie. I walk downstairs and put in my earbuds and played "Happy Song" by Bring Me The Horizon. Thinking that no one was in the house, I sang along.

"S-P-I-R-I-T, Spirit
Let's Hear It
S-P-I-R-I-T, Spirit
Let's Hear It
Let's Go
*music*
I've Had Enough
There's A Voice In My Head
Says I'm Better Off Dead
But If I Sing Along
A Little Fucking Louder
To A Happy Song,
I'll Be Alright
You Want To Give Up
Gave It All That You've Got
And It Still Doesn't Cut
But If You Sing Along
A Little Fucking Louder
To A Happy Song
You'll Be Just Fine Cuz
Every Now And Then We Get The Feeling
And The Great Big Void Opens Up
And I Really Wish That You Could Help
But My Head Is Like A Carousel
And I'm Going Round In Circles,
I'm Going Round In Circles
S-P-I-R-I-T, Spirit
Let's Hear It
S-P-I-R-I-T, Spirit
Let's Hear It
We Are Possessed
We're All Fucked Up In The Head
Alone And Depressed
But If We Sing Along
A Little Fucking Louder
To A Happy Song
Maybe We'll Forget Cuz
Every Now And Then We Get The Feeling
And The Great Big Void Opens Up
And I Really Wish That You Could Help
But My Head Is Like A Carousel
And I'm Going Round In Circles,
I'm Going Round In Circles
Don't Wake Us Up
We'd Rather Just Keep Dreaming
Cuz The Nightmares In Our Head Are Bad Enough
And I Really Wish That You Could Help
But My Head Is Like A Carousel
And I'm Going Round In Circles,
I'm Going Round In Circles
*sound affects/music*
The World Has Coalesced
Into One Giant Mess
Of Hate And Unrest
So Let's All Sing Along
A Little Goddamn Louder
To A Happy Song
And Pretend It's All Okay
Let's Go!
*music*
Just Sing Along...
Let's Sing Along!
A Little Fucking Louder!!
A Little Fucking Louder!!
Well Don't You Feel
So Much Better?!
S-P-I-R-I-T, Spirit
Let's Hear It
(Well That's The Spirit!)
S-P-I-R-I-T, Spirit
Let's Hear It
(Yeah That's The Spirit!)"

When I get done singing and dancing, I hear clapping. I jump and turn to see Jeff smirking and clapping. "Nice voice shrimpy." He says and nudges me. My face flushes red and I turn away from him. "Yeah whatever.." I say and walk away. I go down into the basement and curl up on one of the love seats and I dry my eyes. I didn't even notice that I was crying when I was singing. I've had depression problems for awhile and I've noticed that it's getting worse and worse. I bury my head in the cushion and listen to "When You Can't Sleep" by Of Mice & Men. A few minutes pass of me just sobbing quietly into the love seat when I feel someone sit behind my knees.

"What's wrong shrimpy?" Jeff asks. I ignore him and quickly wipe my tears away. "C'mon don't give me that shit" he says and pokes my side. I swat his hand and scotch away from him. Jeff sighs and yanks me into his arms. I roll my eyes and let him. "Why are you doing this?" I mumble. "I wanna know what's wrong" he says.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because, surprisingly, I don't like seeing you upset."

"Why? You're a fucking killer I thought you craved that?"

"I do, but not from my shrimpy partner."

I sigh and sniffle. "I don't know why I'm sad. It just kinda hit me."

"Oh" Jeff said and rustled my tangled hair. "It looks like you're just really anxious."

"But Why?" I ask. Jeff shrugs and wipes off my eyes. "Just happens sometimes I guess."

"Why are you being all caring?"

"I told you, I'm not gonna let my shrimpy partner be all sad n' shit."

I sigh and try to get up, but Jeff holds me closer to him. "Stop going away and let me try to help." He says and laid down, causing me to fall off of him and in front of him. We're both now on our sides looking at each other. "How's this suppose to help genius?" I asked annoyed. "I dunno."

"Of course you don't know"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"It means that you suck at making people feel better."

"Well damn, I'm only trying to help."

"I know..."

Jeff poked my nose and hugged me again. "Quit being sad you little shit, it's starting to make me sad." I laughed a little and hugged him back. "Sorry" I say and poke his nose back. He pokes mine a little harder, and I do the same. We kept doing this until it just led to a violent poke war. We both were laughing and roughly poking at each other's sides and stomachs, making us laugh harder. "Quit iiiiittt hoebag!!" I laughed and poked him faster. "You quit it you fucking shrimp!" He laughed back and also poked faster. This went on for about a half hour when we finally stopped.

"I made you feel better." Jeff mocks and picks me up. "Shut it asshat." I say and playfully slap him. He pretends to get hit really hard and stumbles back, making me yell and cling to him. "DONT FUCKING DO THAT YOU SCARED ME SHITLESS YOU HOWBAG!" I yell and he cackles. "Yeah yeah whatever" He says and chucks me back on the love seat. Jeff sits next to me and turns on the TV. "Wanna watch a movie?" He asked. I nod and he pulls out The Gallows. In amazement, I gasp and nearly fall off the love seat. "H-HOW DID YOU GET THIS?" I ask and snatch it from him. "Ben got it for us. He always get's the new Horror movies right when they come out." He explains as I'm practically drooling over the movie case. "WE'RE WATCH IT." I say and Chuck the case at him, signaling him to put the disk in. He chuckles and puts it on, then sits back down next to me. I rest my head on his arm (I would go for his shoulder but I'm too damn short) and we watched the movie.

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Eeeyy! Sorry this took awhile, I had a hard time thinking about what to write next. I kind of liked this chapter tbh, I just hope you guys like it! I'll be writing more soon, once I figure out what to write next XD

XOXO- Emmy :)

P.S, Thank you guys for the 100 views!!
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