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I'm Not That Short -_-

This is happening out of timeline, actually there really isn't any timeline *rubs back of head* so, read on

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I turned over in bed, instantly regretting it.

"Fuuuuuck," I whined.

Your fault. You moved. Now I'm awake to. Good going short stack.

"I AM NOT THAT SHORT!!" I whisper yelled. "Besides, short people will rule the world one day!"

Keep telling yourself that. Whatever helps you sleep at night shorty.

'Fuck you to,' I thought and pulled the blanket over my shoulder up to my nose. It was only like 11pm. I shut my blue eyes and slept again.

~time skip. Like a few hours~

"Go. To. Sleep," a hoarse voice whisper/yelled in my ear. Keeping my eyes shut tight, I rolled over and replied in my sleepy voice, "I'm trying to sleep. Come back later..."

A force was lifted off my bed and I heard a huff. I yawned and registered the fact that Alex might actually be sound asleep for once.

I took the oppurtunity to sit up and stretched. I yawned as doing so, hearing the satisfing 'pop' of my bones in my arms. "Ahhhh," I sighed and smiled. I looked around my room for the dude that said 'go to sleep'. It was probably Justin or Alan, my annoying younger half brothers, but if it was, how did they get their voices like that?

My eyes widened as I turned my head to look beside my bed. Standing there was the one, the only, the infamous pain in the ass, sleep killing, punk Jeffery Woods. Aka Jeff the Killer, if ya didn't know, now ya do Reader-san.

The ravenette pulled out his knife and smiled wider than ever. "Go. To. Sleep," he hissed.

I sat there frozen as he came closer. Slowly.

Like, wtf? If youz gon killz meh, why you taken' yo schweet time??? That's the thing with serial killers nowadays. They can't hurry their asses up.

I laughed, a semi-quiet laugh. The killer looked at me like I was crazy. I kinda am, if ya think about it...

"What are you laughing at?!" Jeff barked, pointing the knife at me. I giggled and tried getting my hysterics under control. Barely.

"Nothing. I laugh at thoughts I have I think are funny or of funny stuff I have read," I replied. Jeff 'tch'ed. I rolled my eyes and smiled. I got up off my bed and walked up to the killer.

I folded my arms behind my back and stood on my tiptoes, pretending to examine his face.

He looks like he does in the picture up top^

"What?! What are you looking at?!" Jeff raised his knife to my throat.

On the outside, I was chill and smiling, 'examining' his face. On the inside, however, I was screaming at myself for being the biggest baka in the world and screaming and crying in fear.

With as much courage I could muster to keep my voice from shaking, I said, "You have such a beautiful face, Jeff the Killer."

The killer smiled and stood proud with his fists on his hips. That was short-lived as he groaned and glared at me.

"Dammit, another fangirl," he groaned. I kept smiling, mentally screaming and praying that my plan worked.

"I'm leaving," Jeff huffed and moved to my open window. I fake pouted. "Aww, do you have to go?"

"Yes. See ya shorty." With that, the ravenette slipped out of window, ran across the front yard and down Applegate Circle.

I live in a one story house

I breathed in a deep, forced breath.

Hey. What I miss?

I growled and nearly yelled, "I AM NOT THAT SHORT!!"

~End~

Seriously, I'm not that short. I'm only like 4 foot 11 inches.

Next one will hopefully be an x reader.

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