What's Better Than Fire? Blood. (Jeff The Killer romance)

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Jeff POV

I waited until LJ had left, then I knelt by the bed. "You can stop acting now," I whispered, and Phoenix slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"God, I thought that was a little morbid." She grabbed a towel inside her nightstand and started wiping the fake blood, AKA red food coloring, off of her cheeks. I chuckled.

"What I'm made for.. morbidness." I smiled a little. She rolled her eyes.

"You know, you still creep me. out, but I think we can maybe become friends." I flinched a little as she smiled warmly, but I managed to hide it.

"Maybe so..." I whispered. "I gotta go. Have fun with life." I rolled my eyes and stood up, wiping off my hoodie with my hans, scraping dry blood off. I glanced back once and waved before leaving. Then I snapped out of the hell trance I was in.

"What the f*ck am I doing?" I growled, banging my head repeatedly against a wall. "What the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck..."

"Whoa, Jeff," I heard Hoody's voice behind me. I turned to look straight at him. "You haven't said that so many times since you ended up in the hospital for the bleach accident." I rolled my eyes.

"Nonsense. I cursed way more then." We shared a chuckle.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" he asked me, and I sighed, covering my eyes

"Honestly, I have no freaking clue..." I buried my face in my hands. Hoody looked at me in concern. "It's about... that girl..."

"The one that moved in? Orange hair, blue eyes and orange glasses?"

"Bingo," I sighed.

"What about her?" he asked, and I turned right

"I... I don't know. I'm starting to feel... something. I wanna kill her soooo badly... see her scream in pain, but... I can't... I think it would be wrong..... I think I'm getting sick.." I put a hand to my forehead. Nope, regular temperature.

"Maybe you... well, you may not like this, but I think... I think you're falling head over heels for this Phoenix." My cheeks flushed red, which was easily noticable, and I stood straight up.

"I DO NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR-" I stopped, looking at the clown that just entered the room. I sat down and looked at my boots, twiddling my thumbs.

"Oh I'm the killjoy, huh?" LJ asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"Please. You aren't even part of the party," I scoffed, and I heard Hoody stifle a snicker. "We wouldn't invite you if you were the only clown on Earth."

"Wow.. that hurt, Jeff..." Laughing Jack pouted playfully and I nodded.

"Good. Bastard..." I muttered.

"So, how's Phoenix?" he asked suddenly, and I fell face first off of the couch in shock.

"WHAT?" I sputtered. "I don't know. She's dead."

"Ah, she is, isn't she?" Jack cackled a psychotic laugh. "Weird... then who were you talking to in her bedroom? You can't fool me, Jeff. I see everything. You can't get past me."

"Crap monkeys," I murmured.  "How the hell did you know, clown boy?"

"You're knife was clean. And then when you flopped her onto the bed, the blood, or food coloring, was in your pocket." he pointed to the open bottle of red food coloring that was hanging out of my pants pocket.

"DAMN IT!" I growled. I threw the food coloring across the room and it splattered everywhere, including on Jack. Hoody and I burst into laughter.

"Oh we're laughing!?!" I heard Masky say behind me. "I WANNA LAUGH!!!" He started to laugh. Then we just laughed at him because of his random outburst.