Making...up?

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You bolt deep into the woods to escape Jeff's wrath which you know he is in. That thought makes you giggle hysterically. You soon reach a large pine tree with the branches making a still, green, waterfall-like, dome. You nod. Perfect. Crouching down on your knees, you slide under the thick branches. The sight inside blows your mind. The ground looks like the outside, but is covered in thick roots and dead pine needles. Evergreen reaches your nose. You inhale deeply the intoxicating aroma. You breathe out with a sigh. Beautiful bliss. You go to one of the branches and climb up it. 
This is quite a marvelous place. I shall call it mine and it will be named (Y/n's) Place where only I can go. No boys are allowed, Creepypasta or human. I shall be queen! you think this all with childish glee. There's a rustle outside. You close your mouth and stay silent. Two thoughts swim in your mind.
1: Stay silent until you believe it's safe
2: Epic jump-scare.
You decide option two with a Cheshire Cat grin. You go to the "entrance" of the tree.
 Jeff's P.O.V
I stare at your form disappearing into the woods. My back stings from where you stabbed me. It was also lovely that you decided to keep the pocket knife in my back. I reach behind me and yank out the troublesome blade. I can feel the blood trickling down my spine making me shiver. I get up and growl.
"So, she decides to do that as revenge? That actually hurts my feelings." I laugh my insane giggle and open my window. My overly large smile grows more. I jump out of the window and land on the balls of my feet. You really didn't do a good job obscuring your tracks, so following is quite easy.

Minutes pass and I come across a large Evergreen tree. The tracks stop there. Odd... I accidentally forget to pick up my feet causing me to make a scuffling sound in the dead silent woods. Everything seems to freeze. I mentally slap myself. 
Oh, come on, Jeff. It's not like she's in there...
oh how wrong I am...
Your P.O.V
When you sense the person is close enough, you tear back the branches and give a low animal-like growl. Then you notice it's Jeff. He jumped about 10 feet back with a knife in his hand. You grin knowing that you scared the living snot out of him.
"(Y/N)! GOSH DANG IT! DON'T DO THAT!!!" (Sorry, but it's against my moral to say God's name in vain.) You cross your arms in irritation.
"Yeah? And why's that?"
"Someone could stab you for crying out loud. I almost chucked this f*cking knife right at your pretty face." You mind completely blows off him calling you pretty. Instead, you're more focused on what else he said. 
"Like I told you before, I can take care of myself Jeffery. I don't need a bodyguard 24/7. He mutters something under his breath. You narrow your eyes.
"What was that?" He looks at you with silent fury.
"I said, 'By the way you're acting, you're gonna wish that you have a bodyguard.
"Try me, buddy." He charges you completely dropping the knife. You scowl and rush him. You swing your arm and deck him on the jaw. He doesn't even flinch. He uppercuts your stomach making you wheeze from sudden air loss. You shake your head and kick him on his shin. He does wince at your rubber sole connecting with bone protected by little skin.
"Why you..." He growls. You guys throw fists at each other sometimes adding elbows, knees, heads, teeth and feet. You end up falling on the ground rolling around in the dirt and pine needles.

Literally hours pass and you guys decide to call it off. You both lay in the dirt gasping and nursing the more severe injuries. You gave Jeff a black eye, deep, ragged, bleeding teeth marks on his shoulder, and a sprained ankle. Jeff gave you two black eyes, long scratches on your arms, a bruising stomach from his uppercut and a dislocated shoulder. You rub your shoulder tenderly.
"You...put up quite a fight," pants Jeff to you.
"S-same here..." You mutter. You can barely see him though your swollen eyes. He looks like a blob of black, white, and red. The blob named Jeff comes closer to you.
"You know, you're the first human who can withstand my fists. You laugh resulting in a coughing fit. Something wet touches your lips. You rub your index finger on your lover lip. Blood. You shrug it off.
"You alright?" Blob named Jeff asks. You nod.
"I'm fine. You rise shakily to your feet. "Well, we better go to the mansion and clean up. The blob nods.
"Yeah, but first, there's something I've wanted to do for a very long time." You frown.
"Oh? And what's that?" 
"This." Blob leans in and you feel lips connecting with yours.


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