My love story (Jeff the killer's sister)

~Michael's Pov~

Derek, Amy, Andy and Abby are pretty much the only friends I have, or the only people I can really trust and feel safe with. We're considered that weird circle of friends, you know, the ones where you're constantly asking yourself "how can they possibly be friends?They're the complete opposite of each other." It's true, our personalities and looks are the complete opposite, they're not even close enough to be alike.

Derek is your 6 foot common dirty blonde teenage boy, he's seventeen. He has this crazy, weird, loud, flirty yet serious personality. He was the first person to talk to me after I've just moved into town, and also the person who introduced me to Andy and Abby, but not Amy.

When I fist met Andy and Abby, I got this strange vibe from them. They seemed to have completely different personalities, Andy seemed like the serious quiet type while Abby looked like a hyper little kid, I also thought she was only 12 or younger than me. By the way, I'm sixteen. 

One way to describe Andy would be Childhood friend. He may seem like he's pissed the fuck off for no reason at times. One of the reasons why people don't really approach him. He's this tall 6 ft 2 in guy with dark brown hair and brown eyes with this tiny mole on top of his right eyebrow, which, for some weird reason, drives girls crazy along with his smile. His looks and height often make Andy look like a 18 year old if not 20 year old, according to many people, in reality he's only seventeen just like Derek.

Shockingly,Derek is older than Andy by 3 months, which makes Derek feel proud of himself. Andy has this carefree expression which often makes him look like he only cares about himself and nobody else, but he really does care about the people around him, I mean, even if he doesn't know who you are, he'll jump in and try to help out. He tries to smile at everybody in order to hide his true feelings. The only time he ever shows his "true self" is when he's around us, but mainly with Abby. He's always trying to protect and make sure Abby's happy,since she's this tiny 5 foot person and he feels like her bubbly bright personality gets people to pick on her and hate her.

Abby,like I said, is this 5 foot person that's always smiling and jumping around with no worries. She acts, looks, and sometimes dresses up like a little kid, which tricks people into believing she's only 13 when she's actually 16, her birthday is only 4 days before mine. Her natural hair color is brown, but you don't really see that any more since she's always dying it different bright colors. Her hair has been pink for about 3 months now, which is the longest time she has ever left her hair one color. She's quite popular too, which is obvious. I mean with that personality who wouldn't want to be friends with you. According to her past self, she started dying her hair when she was about 10 years old, mainly cause she wanted blonde hair with dyed tips, which ended up with her dying her whole hair. She says,"dying my hair went from being fun to something i had to do in order to hide myself, strange huh?" Never understood what that meant, though.

Andy and Abby started sticking around each other after some guy had tried to do "things" with Abby by force. According to Abby, Andy is like the overprotective brother she never had. Andy once told me he cared about her so much and doesn't wanna see her get hurt, but only as a sister and nothing more.

There was this one time in school when Abby had come looking for me since Andy didn't go that day. She told me she was scared and felt as if someone was following her, so I was to protect her from everything and anything, since Andy had told her to look for me when he wasn't around help. Sigh, I still remember that day perfectly like if it was just yesterday. Well how could i forget a day like that, it's the day we met that scary rebellious girl, Amy.

-Flashback-

"I mean of course you would feel that way, you're basically going the same way as everybody." I replied to her statement while opening my locker.