Bloody Smiles *Jeff The Killer Love Story

CHAPTER 3: HOME SWEET HOME, KINDA

Andy and I walked down the street in complete silence. He was frowning, as Mrs. Hall was the only teacher who hadn't gave up on him when he was about to give up on himself. I felt pretty bad as I got that creepy feeling again. I looked around, and looked back to a crying Andy Bryson.

"Awee babe what happen?" I ask with a frown. ***THAT WAS REEL FRICKIN SMART LIZ***

"The question is what didn't happen?" He said covered in tears.

I gave him a gentle hug as he turned it tight. I suddenly felt dizzy while trying to tell him he was hurting me. He let go and said sorry.

'It's ok" I said while rubbing my shoulders in coldness.

It was starting to snow white little flurries. I noticed I had left my jacket in the auditorium and I thought of running back.

"Don't even think about it" Says Andy

"I wasn't going to". I reply

I forgot we had to take the bus when I tapped Andy on the shoulder and gestured him to the bus stop. We stood in silence as I was shivering. Andy noticed that as I was shivering, I was getting paler and colder. He took of his jacket and put my arms through the sleeves.

"You're going to be cold, babe. I can't." I say.

"Knowing that your skin is touching my sweater, that's all I need to keep me warm for the rest of winter." he says as he shivers.

It was a black sweater, with leather sleeves, and a batman logo on the front. I love batman, and anything that has to do with The Joker. His pale cheeks were blushing and I wiped a snowflake from the pink spots and pressed my lips to his. I all of a sudden think of Kim and start gasping for air. I start running back to the school, dropping the sweater that was my only source of warmth. At this point I really didn't care and I started running faster noticing Andy was running after me. I ran back into the school to a deserted Lakewood High. I start screaming her name and running frantically through the hallways looking in every single classroom. No sign of her. No sign of her date. But a sign a sign of her men's cologne from our favorite store Hot Topic. I follow the smell until it stops and is masked with the smell of dead, gutted bodies. How? It's only been like 14 minutes. I have a sudden flashback of when I left Kim on the stairs, looked back, and she was gone. I look in the door that the smell had stopped in front of and blacked out.

I woke up in Andy's bedroom and I started looking around for him. When I found him he was playing guitar and singing the acoustic version of "Im Not Okay" by My Chemical Romance. I interrupted and stated that I love that song. He throws the guitar and speaks with a deeper voice.

"You sound like Gerard Way, babe". I say

"No I sound nothing like him Hun," he replies.

I sit on his lap and start to fall asleep. I wake up (again) next to Andy, in the bed, and in his boxers and my tank top. I glance at the way I was dressed and look at Andy. He is sound asleep cuddling the blanket with part of it in between his legs. I lie back down and kiss his sleeping lips. All of a sudden they shape themselves in a tired smirk and kiss back. It turns into another good French kiss and he gently bites my bottom lip. I do it back and I notice that he was sliding my (well, his) boxers down as he gets on top of me.

"Yea uh-huh I slept totally fine" I say jokingly.

"Oh im sorry did I make a face that looked like I gave a damn?" he replies as he kisses me and rubs my waist.

I woke up next to a shirtless, Hot Andy Bryson. I got up and went down to the kitchen. In horror, I screamed to a dead Andy's mom. And in disgust but also amaze, I stared at a carved-in smile, and the edges are literally from ear to ear. I looked out the back door window, to see a smiling, blood-covered, Jeff the killer. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; he was twirling his knife between his fingers as he entered the house. I walk back and bumped into Andy, he walks in front of me guarding me. I say to go back upstairs and protect you but to Andy, when it comes to making me comfortable, he never backs down. I wanted to save myself but I didn't want to leave my boyfriend down here with this maniac

And I didn't want to lose my life not protecting until Andy passed me a pocket knife and he stabbed Jeff in the stomach with a backup one that he had. I watched the maniac run out the open back door and smashed my teary face into His chest not to mention I had leftover eyeliner from the night before. I felt safer as Andy's arms circled around my lower back.

Later on that day, the cops showed up and we gave them a brief description of the strange teen that had showed up earlier. The cop I was talking to gave his sketch pad a disappointing look, a look that tells you that I've seen this face before. I gave the cop a look that was asking what the hell was going on? Not so surprisingly, he said that this wasn't any ordinary Jeff the killer case. It was like he was trying to leave a clue of something or some type of message he was trying to leave. The cops had later explained that if he comes back, to call and to not react quickly or he will take it as a threat.