Jeff closed the door to his room and Jillian sat on the bed. The room was livelier, with stacks of CD's and books on the shelf and a new bed comforter. There was also a stack of video games on a desk, and a laptop. Jillian looked at it and Jeff smiled.
"Well, I do need to check my tumblr, don't I?" She laughed in response as Jeff climbed on the bed with her.
"So, what happens now?" She asked.
Jeff lay on the bed. "We talk about each other and stuff like that, I guess. I'm as new to this whole relationship thing as you are."
Jillian laughed and rested her head against Jeff's chest. He stroked her hair, not making a sound.
"Hey." She asked.
"What?"
"Why didn't you kill me? You never actually told me why." She said.
Jeff sighed. "I don't really know. You're…I don't know…Your eyes mainly. They hold too much life, I guess." He looked down at her. "More than normal."
She laughed. It was a bit ironic that he thought she held so much life within her. Her laughter silenced as she thought about what happened after he kissed her. If anything, her eyes should show less life than anyone else's.
"Wanna learn to punch and kick stuff?" Jeff asked out of the blue.
"Huh?" Jillian asked as she lifted her head to look up at him.
"We should wrestle and fight to make sure you can actually defend yourself." He grinned, and then flipped her over onto the bed so that he was on top. "I win."
"That's not fair!" Jillian yelled. She pulled her legs up and pushed them against Jeff's chest with all her might, but he did not budge. "Rematch."
Jeff chuckled, and got off the bed. He stood in the middle of the room. "Fight me."
Jillian jumped up and stood about three feet away from him. She had long legs, so she should have been able to kick him. She never had any type of training with self-defense, all she knew to do was kick and punch a target. She knew that she would have to come up with some type of plan to even have a chance at beating him. Even though this was not a life or death situation, she did not want to give Jeff bragging rights.
She lunged at him and went to punch his face. He grabbed her wrist before her hand was even close to him, which is what she expected. Jillian then used her other hand to punch him in the gut. Again, he caught her, so she could not move.
"I win again." He said smugly. Jillian leaned forward and kissed him, making him drop his guard for a moment. Jillian took advantage of his, and twisted her wrists in his hand and pulled them out. Jeff pulled away from her and laughed. "I still win, even if you did escape."
Jillian stuck her tongue out at him. "You shouldn't let your guard down, Jeffy." She said in a mockingly innocent voice.
Jeff put his hands on her waist. "Shut up."
"You know, you should have just kicked him in the groin." A voice from above them said. The two looked up to see Ben floating about three feet above their heads. His red dotted eyes were staring down at them. "If you ended up needing it for anything, I could've helped you out in that department."
"Ben, I swear to fucking God, I'm going to kill you!" Jeff yelled, grabbing for his knife. There were only so much of Ben's comments that he could take. There was, in fact, a line that Jeff did not want anyone to cross. Ben had just crossed this line.
Jillian grabbed Jeff's hoodie before he could do anything to Ben. She turned him back to face her and she pressed her lips against his. Jeff dropped the knife to the floor and returned his hands to her hips.
Ben, seeing that he was not going to ruin or get involved in the situation, left the room. Jeff pulled the girl close to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They pulled away to breathe.
Jeff kissed her forehead. "I don't like the idea of anyone else touching you." Jillian laughed. "Hey, why are you laughing at that?"
"You're this big bad…" She paused. "…killer…and yet you get very jealous very fast." She intertwined her fingers with his. She gave a soft smile.
Jeff frowned, as much as he could at least. "You don't like the whole killing thing do you?"
Jillian shrugged. "I mean, it's a normal human reaction to not like killing. I have no desire to start killing people to fit in around here either." She laughed, trying to make the conversation less awkward.
"If there's one thing I figured out with people, it's that there's always someone they want to get back at because they feel karma didn't do a good enough job of it. There's always that one person, or people, or whatever, that they want to hurt. All people have a drive to kill, they just suppress it with society and laws and morals and all that type of shit. You're telling me that there's no one you'd like to just rip apart and watch suffer? To pay for the burden they brought on you or the hurt they brought to the people you care about? There's no one you want to destroy or whose existence you want to end?"
You have no idea… Jillian thought. However, her thoughts and her words showed two different angles to the story. "Nope. No one."
Jeff looked at her quizzically. "You are weird. We're also kind of opposite each other."
Jillian rolled her eyes and glanced over to a digital clock on the desk. "I should really be getting home." Jeff nodded and they went back down stairs.
"I have a little treat for you instead of just walking back." Jeff smiled mischievously.
Jillian's eyes widened and Jeff smirked. They walked outside and Jillian saw a black car with silver stripes on it in a driveway that she knew was not there before. "Uh…W…w…huh?" She stuttered out.
"It's Slendy's. He usually keeps it all locked up nice, but I convinced him to let me use it." Jeff's permanent smile got bigger. "Oh, and before you ask about the road and driveway or anything like that, keep in mind the Slender's pretty powerful. It's really only here when he wants it to be here. Same with the house, no one's going to find it unless you're allowed to, which means you."
Jillian, still extremely confused, went along with it. "Why does he need a car? Can't he teleport?"
"Doesn't mean the rest of us can! Besides, everyone likes a nice car, even an old prick like Slendy." Jeff finished. They both got in and Jeff started the engine.
"Am I going to regret this?" Jillian asked.
"Maybe."
