jeff the killer x reader

6: pretty........what?!

Tuesday was a shortened day for "Teacher Appreciation Day" but.... you didn't appreciate any of your teachers, all they did was torture you. You came home with out any work from your classes and plopped on the couch. Later, Jeff walked in and greeted you. "Yo, why are u here so early?" He asked.

"Early dismissal. Either way,  I need to change and go to the store. Do you need anything?" You asked, moving your (h/c) hair behing your ear.

"Nah, im chill with whatever you get." He said. You nodded and went upstairs and changed into some black jeans and a Black Veil Brides tee. You put your hair into a nice, high ponytail and finished it off with skeleton clips, seeming to hold your hair. (I saw those at hot topic and i died.....carry on.) You then grabbed your red converse and headed down the stairs and into the lower level bathroom, where your make up was. You swiftly made two wings, on each eye, evenly! You patted your self on the back in victory.

You left the eyeliner on the shelf and walked into the living room, where Jeff was. He looked over at you in awe. "You look so pretty...." he said. His eyes widened, realising what he just said. "I mean, pretty cool. Yeah.....pretty...cool. You look... pretty cool  with that eyeliner." the room went silent as the ticking of clocks seemed to grow in volume.

"U-uhm...thanks. I. ...I gotta go so.... bye." And with that you quickly grabbed your wallet and walked to the store. Once again anxiety took over and your face went red....this was getting annoying.

Did he really just say that?! Did he call you pretty?! What was happening to you? For a second, you felt your heart beat and you could hear it in your head. Suddenly, that feeling of trust and saftey came back to you when you thought of Jeff. What was this feeling? Was there something wrong with you? As you got what you needed from the store, and got back home safely, a note was left on your table

Hey, sorry for being awkward. I was just thinking to hard about words. Lol. Im upstairs if you need me.

Jeff.

You put your items away and went up stairs to see your friend. He was listening to teenagers by My Chemical Romance  while writing in a small note book. He looked over the notebook and closed it, keeping the pen in between pages as a book mark. "Hey." He said while turning down the volume to his MCR songs (mmmmmmmyes)

"What are you writing?" You asked out of curiosity. He shook his head and replied wit a small, 'nothing'. You sat next to him and discussed your favorite songs

"Yes that is a good song, Jeff, but i think 'The Ghost of You' is better"

"No, Nanana, is so good!"

You rubbed the bridge of your nose and sighed with a small laugh " We literally just said every song ever by them." You both laughed a bit. And looked at each other.  Rain started to fall again and the wind took all heat away. You felt a new, physical feeling... cold. You shut the windows  and got under a blanket.  Jeff sat across the bed and began writing again. You were unsatisfied with the heat the blanket was trapping. "Jeff? Can i ask you a weird question?" He looked up.

"Heh, go for it kid." He continued to  write in his small book.

"Listen. Im cold, And i trust you. Can you please sit next to me under this blanket?" He slowly looked up and sighed. He grabbed his notebook and phone and crawled over to you.

"No funny stuff." He said as he snuck underneath the blanket, sitting up and still writing. You quickly felt the cold go away as his body heat took over. You smiled at him and tapped a message out on your phone.

Jeffs phone buzzed and he looked at it. You sent him a text. 'I can seez u XD'
He looked down at tour giggling form. "No shit." And went back to writing. Little did you know, he was writing about you...
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