Personal Lock Down (Jeff The Killer X Reader)~Creepypasta

65: Stone Well

*Your POV*

*Current*

I'd asked Tom over and over about where we were going and when we'd finally left Flagstaff early morning, I got my answer. He said he had one place in mind to take me but otherwise suggested a road trip. Exploring as far as we could drive and make as many stops as we could along the way. And to be honest, a trip that was just us two sounded nice.

So we drove, all morning, afternoon and it was finally reaching the evening. We'd hit a few gas stations for snacks and drinks. We also took the time to look at every single sticker that people had put onto the pumps. From political, to memes and even some graffiti. One of the tags we spent over a half hour trying to decipher before Tom said; "It's okay, you dropped out of school and I talk for a living, not read."

The stupid remark shouldn't have been as funny as it was but with charm like Tom's, he always managed to make anything funny. Which is why he was the reason people were looking at us strangely while we laughed too hard at a joke that didn't deserve it.

We also hit a couple restaurants. For breakfast we dropped by a Diner as soon as we left Flagstaff. Two coffees with pancakes, eggs and sausages. The waitress looked to be in her 90's and when she walked away, Tom quipped; "Do you also bet that she's a phantom haunting this place?"

I grinned at his remark but despite him saying it in a hushed tone, the waitress quickly turned to us, causing us both to jump. Worried we were about to, rightfully, get kicked out, me and Tom exchanged nervous glances when she smirked.

"If the food tastes burnt it's not the stoves fault, that's just my ashes." Without a second glance, she carried on the to kitchen, leaving me and Tom in amusement and horror. The eggs were a little burnt but after a small discussion and a few grins from the old lady, we fear we will never know the truth.

We also stopped for lunch at a nice burger place. Tom had been going on and on that he needed a BBQ burger to go with the burnt lady's ashes but once we got here, ordered a cheese pizza instead. Typical Tom behavior is what I thought as he took a big bite. However, it didn't;'t just end there. Tom had replied that this place didn't check ID's when you tell them it's your birthday.

So when he was supposed to be going to the bathroom, he lied to the manager about it being my birthday and the meal ended with me getting a small bowl of ice cream and the team doing a dance at our table while they yelled their own birthday cheer. Everyone was staring our way and my face turned multiple shades redder every time they shouted my name at the top of their lungs. When the torture finally ends, I glared at a hysterical Tom who was taking video of me.

"It's not my birthday you Asshole!" I grumbled as I opened a new straw and tried to blow the paper in his face. I wold have made it too but he moved slightly to his left, still laughing.

"Maybe not, but it's memories we're making!" He chirps as he takes a picture of me and smiles fondly at his phone.

You've been taking so many today and your storage isn't full yet?" I chuckled and he shook his head.

"I upgraded to extra storage last week." He gave me another in-your-face grin and I couldn't help but laugh too at how extra he is.