BLOOD is my Favorite Color (Bloody Painter/Helen Otis X Reader)

Chapter Ten

YN POV:

"Jeff!" His smile grows- just a bit.

"The one and only." He says, trying to be cool.

"I'm lost, and I can't find Helen- Bloody Painter's room." He nods, grabbing my hand. I internally fangirl.

"This way." A few moments later, we're in front of a white door with a bright red smiley face, just like the ones on Helen's walls.

"Thanks Jeff!" I give him a quick hug before he leaves. I knock on the door.

He could be changing!

Don't look at me like that.

Helen swings open the door, his raven hair messy and his blue eyes filled with worry. He's in navy blue pyjamas.

He looks adorable.

Stop it, fangirliness!

"There you are! I was getting worried." He says, pulling me into his embrace. There's actual emotion in his voice. I blush, gingerly wrapping my arms around him. "Time for bed."

Aaaaand, the emotion is gone.

"But-"

"No buts. Bed." He says, closing the door. I think he must be paranoid, because he locks it.

I stand there, contemplating what to do.

He said there were no air matresses, so it's either sleep on the floor...

Or sleep with him.

Lucklily, I don't have to make a choice.

Helen just pulls me into the bed and turns out the light.

I'm a blushing mess.

BP POV:

I turn away from YN, concealing the unmistakable blush on my pale cheeks.

Did I really just do that?

Oh my Zalgo, I did.

Stupid!

"Helen?" Her voice is hardly above a whisper. I stiffen, my heartbeat quickening.

"Y-Yes, YN?" I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my head, and its getting louder.

"Thank you."

Thank you?

What does she mean by that?

"You were my friend when no one else would spare a glance. If I never met you, I wouldn't be here. I'd be alone in my house, rotting away. Losing my sanity. I'd be broken and alone. You helped me realize that I had a purpose. Without you, I..." I can hear her choked sobs. Why did she wait until now to say these things?

And why me?

I slowly turned around, holding her frail, shaking body in my arms, squeezing tight. I can feel something swelling inside me, like a warm fire has ignited inside my heart and is spreading outwards, all the way to my fingertips.

Is this what they call love?

YN POV:

Why can't I say it?

Why can't I say that I love him?

Fear.
Fear that he'll reject me.

"YN..." I freeze in his warm embrace. I'm facing him, my head buried in his neck and my fingers curled up on his chest.

"Hm?" I can't trust my words.

Not in the slightest.

"Never mind. Go to sleep." I giggle a bit.

"You're not Jeff." He chuckles, then buries his face in my hair. I can't help blushing madly while also feeling extremely comforted.

Everything about him- his raven hair, his turquoise eyes, and his his ghostly-pale skin- is simply perfect.

Utterly perfect.

I fall asleep in his arms, lulled by his soft snores.

BEN POV:

Oh my Zalgo, this is priceless!

I quietly snap a picture on my phone, trying not to let a giggle slip out.

The two of them sleeping together is seriously the best thing ever.

Although...

Brain, stop it now. Don't even think about finishing that thought.

I smile, closing the door silently and creeping back to my room. I stare at the picture, holding myself back from collapsing into a fit of giggles.

Bloody's raven hair is a bird's nest; it's falling into his eyes, obscuring them from view. YN, on the other hand, looks like an angel in her sleep. Her HL HC hair frames her face gently while she smiles in her sleep.

I'm not being creepy, I'm observing.

I swear.

I should show Jeff this picture tomorrow, while YN is out on her first kill.

I can't wait to see their reactions!

~Time skip to morning~

BP POV:

I wake up, finding that YN is snuggled in my arms. She looks so comfortable and peaceful. She doesn't have a care in the world while she sleeps.

YN POV:

Dream~

Not again...

I really, really hate this dream.

But, it's more of a flashback than a dream.

Still hate it though.

I really thought my parents loved me. I thought they would be by my side 'til the very end.

That's what they told me, anyway.

I think it was about 2 years ago, when I was 14, when they revealed they'd been lying for so long.

They left me... in the woods... with no supplies...

To die.

I actually found my way out. I thought that they had forgotten about me and wanted me to come home.

Let me remind you that I was young...

And dumb. AN: Did you do stupid things when it came to love?

Turns out, they just beat me half to death.

But... this time, it's not the woods, the betrayal, or the beating that haunted me.

It was Helen.

He came in and stopped my parents by taking a slap to the face. I'm sitting in the corner, bawling my eyes out as I'm frozen in fear.

He took my hand, and we both faded away as I awoke.