You're so beautiful... {creepypasta}

Betrayal and a Plan

"I like Ben." She says.

"WHAT!" I yell. Yeah, we just had this entire emotional moment but this can not happen. I think I'm in love with Ben. How could she like him!!!

"Well, I don't understand what the hell you're so upset for! You have Jeff!!" She yells back.

"You know I don't want Jeff anymore Desiree!" I yell. This whole thing is crazy. I told her that I like Ben that much, right? I told her about the truth or dare game! Why does she not understand!?

"WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND!! HE SAVED MY LIFE!" Desiree yells at me. Its almost like she knows what I'm thinking.

"BECAUSE!" Is the only reason I can give. I guess I never told her about it. How can this happen. We've never liked the same people.

"THAT'S NOT A FUCKING ANSWER!!!" She yells. She swore at me?! How dare she!?!

"SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" I yell at her and throw a fake Zelda bomb at her. It hits her in the head and she screams. Not in pain but it anger.

"I HATE YOU!" She yells and slaps me in the face. I scream in anger like she did.

"I HATE YOU!" I pull her hair and we start a catfight. This is the first time Desiree and I have ever fought. We've never even had a disagreement.

"Cut it out!" Slenderman teleports in our room and rips us apart from another with his tentacles.

"NO! I HATE HER!" We both scream. The intensity in the room is almost unbearable. Its probably not bad at all to slender.

"This room was a privilege. You don't have it anymore." Slender says and we both get silent. "Desiree, you will be with Ben, and you will be with Jeff."

I scream. Why does this happen. Every time I ever have something good it gets ruined. This is why I wasn't angry about my family died. They always ruined what I had and now so is she. I wouldn't mind if she was dead too.

I stomp down the stairs and into here's room. I open the door and notice my bed is still there. Here's not in the room so I get back in my bed and fall asleep. Why did I have to bring her here.

~*~*~

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hear Jeff say calmly from his bed, waking me up. I sit up a bit and rub my eyes. Then I start crying. Jeff doesn't freak out this time. He just sits next to me.

"Jeff..." I say when he puts his arm around my waist. I put my head shoulder and keep crying. "Thank you Jeff."

There are so many feeling for both of these people. How will I ever know who to choose. And when I do choose... what if I choose wrong.

"Pft! Whatever." Jeff says and looks away from me. I see a light shade of pink glaze his features. "You know that he's playing you, right?" I look up at him.

"No he's not! I lo- trust him. He probably trusts me too!" I almost yell at Jeff. There's no way that he's like that! He's so nice.

"You haven't even known him for a week! You must be really easy. He gets all the girls he wants. It doesn't matter who or when or how he actually feels. He just wants you as a toy." Jeff says looking me in my eyes.

"Just stop Jeff! I'm not easy!! I don't believe you either, so just shut up." I look away from his intense gaze. Why would he lie about this though? Is he right? Should I believe him?

"Well... he obviously knows the difference between you and... her. She's in his room and he comes home at 3:07 today. I'll show you when he gets back." He says also looking away. He must've know that it was making the situation worse.

"O-okay..." I say quietly. "How long till then?" I lay back down in my bed.

"About 2 hours" he says looking at a clock on the wall.

"Ok. I'm going back to sleep." I say and lay on my side facing the wall. I close my eyes and wait until I fall asleep.

"That's not a very good way to sleep when there's a psycho murderer behind you." I hear Jeff say. I feel the bed dip behind me. At this moment, I really don't care. I'm scared. Scared to be alone...

"Are you ever gunna cut the other side of my face?" I ask. As much as I love Ben, I do still look up to Jeff.

"No..." I hear. I start to fall asleep but right before I doze off. "I think you're already perfectly beautiful..." He mumbles. I feel him wrap his rough hand around my waist where my shirt slid up slightly from laying down. His skim touching mine gave me butterflies. I want to say something but I fall asleep. He thinks I'm beautiful...