FRIENDS OR FOES (BEN & JEFF THE KILLER) LEMON

CHAPTER 6

         I don't know how long I'd been asleep. I woke up in a warm, dark place. It was nice, but I was hungry. I tried to crawl out but I was trapped. I struggled against the invisible thing that held me down. I finally popped out and I was in an orange hoody. I looked down and saw Hoodie sleeping at the base of the tree. I quietly got out of Hoodie's jacket. He sat sat up and looked at me. I froze where I was. "Where do you think your going? Hmm?" He said with an annoyed tone.  "I was just going out for a walk. I need to stretch my legs." I said slowly walking away. "Can I come, please, I don't like being alone." Hoodie said messing with his hands.  "Yeah, sure, I guess." I said. Hoodie got up and walked beside me. "Hoodie, can I ask you something?" I asked turned back to my human form. He looks at me. "Sure." He said.  ". . . .Why didn't, you know, try to rape me? ? ?" I got out.  "Because I'm not like all those assholes that take advantage of you." I said with the same tone.  "Ohh." I said. Wow Hoodie is civilized. It surprised me because every guy pasta I come across wants to either fuck me or rape me. Same thing. Then I felt arms around me. It was Hoodie and he was. . . . .crying. "Hoodie, what's wrong?" I said hugging him.  "You actually care about me. Your not like other girls that fan girl over me when they see me." He said crying into my shoulder. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say about that. I just sat there rubbing his back as he cried. "Shh shh it's ok, I'm here for you anytime you need something, ok." I said reassuring him.  "T-Thank you Kitten." He shuttered. I got up and stretched. Hoodie poked my belly. "No I'm ticklish." I said covering my stomach. I watched an evil smile cross Hoodie's face. "Oh Zalgo." I said backing away.  Hoodie got up and ran after me. "NUUUU!!" I squealed. Hoodie grabbed me and dragged me to the ground. "NOO!!" I squealed again. Hoodie tickled me half to death. When the torture was over my chest hurt from laughing. I swore I was going to get him back one day.

*TO BE CONTINUED*