Slasher Boyfriend Scenarios

~Party of Two~ Ghostface

After your last encounter with this 'Ghostface' character, you've been receiving more phone calls from him. His name in your contacts was Ghosty, the calls usually consist of small talk but you were fine with that, to be honest you were becoming quite smitten with the hyperactive psycho. It was another Friday when you got off work, a Friday the 13th I might add, when you received a call. "Heya." He said. "Hey Ghosty, what's up?" You asked, walking inside and setting your bag down by the front door. "I was wondering if I could come over?" He asked. "Yeah..." You paused a moment. "You're already in the house, aren't you." You said walking into the kitchen. "You're right." You heard him say, from the phone and behind you. You hung up and leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "Really?" You asked raising an eyebrow. "What?" He asked raising his hands in defense. You rolled your eyes and walked to the bedroom. "I'm going for a swim after I change." You said over your shoulder. "Can I-" "No." you said closing the door. "Join..." he finished and grabbed his duffle bag he set in the corner and changed in the living room. When you walked out you saw him sitting on the couch, shirtless with gradient black swim trunks on. You watched as he flipped through the channels and found a Friday the 13th Marathon. To your dismay he was still wearing the mask, but hot damn he looked good. He had a faint six pack and a well toned chest, which was a shock seeing how fond he was of junk food. Your eyes trailed farther down. 'Fuck... he has the V...' You thought as a blush darkened over your face. "Hey... (Y/N), You still there?" He asked as he got up, looking over you in your (F/C) bikini. You clutched onto the towels as he got closer. He was a good half foot taller than you, Ghostface looked down at you. "You okay?" He asked cocking his head to the side. You weakly nodded and he stepped to the side. "Shall we?" He asked. You walked to the back door and opened it, turning on the pool lights and the stereo played Panic! At The Disco. You jumped in and he soon followed. "What the hell?" You asked him as he surfaced. "What?" He asked shrugging. "You still have your mask on..." "And?" You brushed it off and the two of you did the usual things. Had a splash war, fought with noodles, raced, and he still had his mask on! But soon the two of you got tired. "Wanna chill in the hot tub?" He asked walking to the pool stairs. You gave a distracted nod as you watched his movements, he laughed and got in the hot tub. He gave a relaxed sigh and watched you get in, he laughed and Death of a Batchelor began to play. "What fitting music." You heard him mumble as he let his head fall back. He sat up. "What are you doing over there? Come over here." He said patting the water next to him. You reluctantly walked and sat next to him, you were hungry and tired. You felt something resting on your right shoulder, as you were sitting on his left. You looked over and saw his arm around your shoulder. Your blush darkened, but you closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder. You didn't remember what happened after that, you must've fell asleep.

-Ghostface's PoV---

As he put his arm around you he felt you tense up, but he kept his arm around you. He soon felt you relax and then your head on his shoulder. After a few minutes he gently poked you. "Hey..." he said softly, nudging you again. Ghostface sighed and gently picked you up, walking to the sun chairs and drying you off and wrapping the towel around you so you won't get cold. Her carried you inside and laid you on the couch, he took off his mask and stared at you for a moment. He walked outside and turned off the lights and stereo, grabbing the iPod and setting it on the coffee table. He stayed there for a while, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest. His wet hair was spiked up, he leaned down and kissed you in the forehead before changing back into his outfit and giving you another kiss before leaving.

-Back to You---

You woke up again, the lights were off outside, the stereo was off, the tv was off and the sun shined through the windows. "Was it a dream?" You asked yourself as you sat up and got off the couch, feeling a wet spot on the carpet and a trail of water to the back door of the hardwood floor. You smiled. "What a blissful reality."