Killer Can't Kill Me (Jeff the Killer fanfiction) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Ten

Chapter ten

Juliet POV

It was drizzling when I awoke the next day. When I got home last night, Mom was sitting in the kitchen with that guy, drinking woe and laughing, so I crept upstairs and went to bed. I really hope that guy isn't still here. After a few minutes of listening, I went downstairs and decided to make some pancakes. What? I like to cook. As I cracked eggs, mixed batter, and sliced bananas, my mind wandered. The funny thing is, that kiss didn't feel very romantic, or the entire date, for that matter. It just felt.......friendly, and kind of pretend. Shaking my head, I tried to brush away the thought. How could that date have been anything but romantic? We shared popcorn and held hands! "You were just pretending so you forget about Jeff" a tiny voice in my head says.

A knock came on the door, I flipped my chocolate chip banana pancakes over, and ran to the door. When I opened the door, the sound of rain filled my ears. Jeff was kneeling at the porch stoop, staring at me. His hair black was soaked, his hoodie, black dress pants were dripping wet. Jeff's large eyes were red and puffy, his lips were trembling. He had been crying, was crying before me. He instantly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his head against my stomach, almost knocking me back. He sobbed against me, like a terrified child.

"I-I am a fool!" He moans in a half sob. I pat his head gently, bewildered feelings coursing through me.

"Jeff, why are you upset? whats wrong?" I ask. My voice is shrill and hysterical, filled with pain and worry. He looks up at me, tears running down his face, and spoke softly.

"I'm so sorry....... you were right! I-I......love you......" He says quietly, but the words scream in my head. Something clicks inside me, my world has righted itself. Jeff loves me. I'm suddenly kneeling in front of him, our foreheads our touching. His body is cold and went, dampening my clothes. His arms are suddenly around my head, pulling my into a kiss. A fire, maybe a bomb, explodes between us.I knot my fingers in his wet hair. Jeff's lips are surprisingly gentle, slowly, but firmly, kissing me. My stomach flops. The warm, soft kiss fills a void within me that I never realized existed.

I pull away reluctantly when the smoke alarm goes off , and rush to the stove. Two pancakes lay in the pan, black and smoking. I cough, and flip the pancakes onto a plate. Jeff shuts the door, and hurries into the kitchen. He reaches his arm out past mine and turns on the fan above the stove. I wave a newspaper by the smoke alarm, trying to make it stop beeping. It doesn't. Beep beep. Annoyed, I use a chair to reach the ceiling, take out the batteries, and throw the batteries into the trash cans. Jeff stares at me, amused. I giggle, and climb down from the chair. Jeff takes my hand gently in mine, and freaking kisses it.

"I love you so much" he whispers into my hand. I smile, my lips aching with happiness. Jeff releases my hand, and pushes the chair back under the table.

"I think I love you too" I blurt, realizing it was true as the words leave my lips. Jeff's eyes light up, almost looking human. I walk to the stove, and finish the pancakes while Jeff sits on the counter, explaining what made him to come back.

"...I was visiting a friend, and she told me if I didn't come to my senses she would find you herself. Knowing you don't mind scary.....beings, I wasn't about to let her befriend you, so I came back" Jeff says, grinning.

"Who is this friend?" I ask as I flip a pancake.

"You know Mr.CreepPasta?" I nod. I'm not surprised that he is probably in on these killers being real. "Well, it's Sally" he says. I think for a moment, and remember the little girl who was murdered by her uncle. The story was so sad, it made me cry. That poor girl. Jeff reads the expression on my face, and shrugs. "I don't think it's an unpleasant existence for her, she did get revenge" he quickly says. I nod, forgetting the story, and finish the last pancake.

"Food" I say, smiling brightly. Jeff laughs, and opens a cabinet, pulling out a bottle of syrup. "You know where the syrup is?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. Jeff chuckles, nodding and shrugging. I set two plates on the table, grab two glasses, forks, butter, and orange juice, and sit next to Jeff at the table. I let him talk as I pour myself orange juice.

"After I left yesterday, I wandered around the city. I felt guilty, your words made me feel evil, for the first time ever. But killing is apart of me. When I got to Sally's, she let me sleep on her floor, and our friends, others, laughed at me. They teased me for being soft and not going after what I wanted. This morning, I decided I at least had to apologize, and tell you how I felt..."

Jeff speaking to me calmly, telling me things that were clearly deep, was amazing. My heart ached, and guilt overcame me. I. Caused. Him. Pain. I was off on a date and being stupid, while Jeff was having a mental breakdown. I sat down my fork, and hugged Jeff, my arms wrapped firmly around his neck. Jeff wrapped his arms around me, hugging me back. He presses his lips against my hair as I bury my face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm an idiot" I tell him. "Last night, I went out on a stupid fucking date, and you were......" Tears slid down my cheeks. Jeff sucked in his breath, I could feel his muscles tense up.

"You......a date?" he squeaks.

"I was so dumb......his kiss was stupid." Did I just say that last part aloud? Jeff grasps my shoulders, jerking me away from his body, and Analyzes my tear stained face.

"You.........kissed?"

"He kissed me on the cheek before he left" I say quickly, and Jeff exhales sharply. I curl up in his arms, forgiven. We sit like that for a long time, until my mother's footsteps echo down the stairs.

Jeff and I lock eyes. He leaps into action, jerking away from me and running out the back door. I push his dishes in the sink, and hold the soap bottle, remembering my clothes are almost as wet as Jeff's. Mom enters the kitchen, giving me a curious look. Her eyes go from the table, to my wet clothes. She laughs, actually laughs. I manage a small smile.

"Did the sprayer attack you or something?" she asks, referring to the sprayer by the sink faucet.

"Something like that" I say with a smile.

"Well, go take a shower" she a says. I head upstairs, confused by Mom's sudden change. The guy must be a freaking miracle worker. I enter my bedroom, and jump. Jeff is standing in my room, holding a duffel bag. The bag makes me curious. I walk into my bathroom, turn on the shower, and return to my bedroom, the door shut, locked, and Jeff sitting in a puddle on my floor. Jeff smiles at me, holding up the duffel bag. He explains that he wants to shower, and says his clothes are in the duffel bag. While he showers in my bathroom, I change from my pajamas, pulling on shorts, a pale blue tank top, and a messy white paint shirt. As I button the shirt, Jeff emerges from my bathroom, shitless, wearing a pair of jeans. I notice dozens of faint, pink scars on him, including a fresh one covered in stitches on his arm. The dream I had a week ago comes rushing back. Jeff's hair is beautiful without grime, the ends of his black hair curl a little, his pale skin is smooth and clean, his face seems to be glowing a bit. He smirks as he notices me staring. Blushing, I finish buttoning my paint shirt.

"Your very ........beautiful Juliet" he says softly, his voice barely audible. I can tell its awkward for him to say it, his gaze shifts to the floor.

"........you" my voice trailed off. Jeff chuckled, and wrapped his arms around me. I smiled, and rested my head on his shoulder.