I'm in love? (Jeff the killer love story)

what to do......

    I was thinking about what to do for these past weeks. I heard someone approach behind me and I sighed. "What do you want?" I asked, but I got no reply. I turned around to see Jeff starring at the lake. "Its pretty here" he mumbled and sat down next to me. I nodded and starred into the water. Jeff attempted to skip a stone, but failed. I tried it and the skipped eight time, and he grumbled. "I win" said cheerfully and poked Jeff. He mumbled something, but I couldn't here it.

   I kept and he tackled me. I stopped poking him and he started to tickle me. I started laughing hysterically. "Jeff, stop......haha!" I yelled and he tickled me more. I grabbed his hands and flipped him over, and I pinned him down. He pouted and I just stayed still trying to catch my breath. I looked at Jeff to see that his face was slightly pink. I realized how I was sitting on him and blushed. When I was about to get off him, he pulled me back down. "Jeff,  what are you doing?" I asked nervously and he shrugged while hugging me.

    I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was soothing. A cold breeze came and I snuggled up to Jeff. He tensed up at first, but relaxed after a minute. "Why don't we go back inside?" he said and I nodded. I got off him and I helped him up. We were almost home when I noticed that the door was open. "Jeff, did you leave the door open?" I asked and he said 'no'. He pulled me behind him when a figure stepped out. Oh no. Why is she here!? "Becky, what are you doing in my house!? How did you even get in it!?" I growled at her and she smirked when her wannabes came out of my house as well.

    "We wanted to know where you live and we found out where" she said with an evil grin, which only pissed me off more. "Well see you back at school, Darla" she said and left with her wannabes behind her. I ran back into the house to check everything and it was fine. I then went to check my room and found my stuff everywhere. Nothing was destroyed, but it looked like they were looking for something. Out of frustration I punched the wall and made a hole in it. I sighed and started to clean up my room from the mess.

    After a few hours of cleaning, I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Why were they here? what did they want? I was lost in thought and I realized that my sketchbook wasn't in my room. The only places that it would be is my room or downstairs. I got up and ran down to the living room, only to stop at the bottom of the steps. "Jeff, where did you find my sketchbook?" I said relieved and he turned to the next page. "On the T.V. By the way you are very talented" he said starring at my drawings. "Thanks" I said sitting next to him and he continued to look though my sketchbook. He stopped at one and starred at it. I leaned over to see which one got his attention and I froze. It me and my biological father.

    "How do you know Slender man?" he said with worry in his face and I looked down. "He's my biological father. My mom and step-father left me. They sent me to live here all by myself so they wouldn't have to deal with me" I said and he a look of shock and pity at the same time. "Oh" he said handing me my sketchbook back. I just sat there trying to calm myself before tears came. I set the sketchbook on the arm of the couch and felt a tear fall down my down face.

   "Darla?" Jeff asked wiping the tear away. "I'm fine" I said and quickly got up. "No your not" he said pulling me back down onto his lap. I struggled but he tightened his grip around me, so I gave up. "Why are you doing this?" I asked leaning on him and he shrugged. He's nice and warm. Without realizing it, I was snuggling up to him and his face turned red. I looked at him and giggled when he turned his head slightly. A few minutes passed and I decided to turn on the T.V.

  When a scary movie came on, I didn't know which one it was. Me and Jeff watched it and was surprised that it was a scary romantic movie, Well this will be awkward.  We continued to watch the movie. This movie was twenty times worse then what I've seen before. Somehow it made me a little scared. When the killer's face flashed on the screen, I jumped.