I Can't Sleep (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Chapter 6: Are You Bipolar or Something?

I dreamed that I was at a carnival. All around me, people were laughing and eating cotton candy and popcorn. I walked around as I searched for something. But what was I looking for?

"There you are," Sam's voice called as he came up behind me with Spencer and Taylor. Their faces were painted and Spencer was holding five stuffed animals.

"Where's your buddy at?" Taylor asked, trying to steal one of Spencer's toys. Spencer pulled them away and punched him in the stomach, muttering something about how Taylor had enough toys and he didn't need more. I was confused by what Taylor had meant. What buddy?

"Oh, there he is," Sam answered for me and pointed toward a small blue tent with people gathered around it. "He's coming this way."

Someone in a black hoodie walked our way. He held an oversized, stuffed bear in one arm, while he held a couple cloth bags and a bucket of popcorn in the other. I couldn't make out his face until he stopped in front of me and lifted his head.

I was shocked when I saw that the guy in front of me was Jeff. His face had healed and pale scars were all that were left of the Chelsey grin, with his hair groomed to frame his face. He actually looked a bit handsome. If I hadn't known better, I could've mistaken him for your average emo teenager.

"I got you this," he said, offering me the bear. "I won it at that cheap dart game we saw a while ago."

"Ew," Spencer and Taylor said in unison, making gagging sounds. Jeff glared at them before they took off in the opposite direction, giggling like schoolgirls.

"Thanks," I said, taking the bear.

"No problem," he replied, turning to Sam. "Are we still going to your place after the carnival is over?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "I'd love some company. It's been so lonely ever since I moved into my own apartment."

Jeff nodded and caught me off guard as he kissed me smack on the lips. I pulled away, quickly and looked at Sam, who shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm only okay with you coming over as long as you keep the public displays of affection to a minimum," Sam added. "I don't want you guys humping like bunnies on my new couch."

I blushed and Jeff laughed. What is happening?

- - - - - - - -

I woke up with Jeff still holding me, his breath warm against my forehead. I lifted my head to look at him. I was surprised that he was already awake and looking at me.

"Good morning, sunshine," he greeted.

"You should let your face heal," I mumbled, sleepily. "You'd look better without the cuts."

"Where did that come from?"

"Nothing," I replied, rubbing my eyes. "Just a weird dream."

"You dream about me? I'm touched," he told me, propping himself up on his elbow. I blushed and buried my face in a pillow. Why was he being so nice to me? It was like someone went back in time, stepped on a bug and Jeff never turned into a serial murderer who had kidnapped me.

Jeff trailed a finger down my back, making me shiver. I swatted his hand away and tugged the blankets over my face.

"Go away if you're going to make fun of me," I whined. "Leave me alone."

"I'm not making fun of you," he exclaimed.

"Yes, you are!"

"Okay, I was," he admitted. "But I can make it up to you."