Fear (Jason Voorhees x Michael Myers)

Chapter 2, Page 8

   (I'm gonna have Jason talk now..... DEAL WITH IT!)

Michael's POV

I laughed and went inside shivering.

"Burr! Why is it so cold?!" I asked.

He laughed. "You just went swimming in a cold lake. That's why." I glared at him.

"Thanks a lot. Can you get me a blanket please." I said, my teeth chattering.

He rolled his eyes and walked upstairs. I sighed and sat on the couch. I held my arms and kicked off my socks. I then remembered. 'My top and shoes are outside.' I groaned.

"Jason! Can you get my stuff! Their by the dock!" He came stomping downstairs and nodded. I smiled.

"Thank you!" He put the blanket next to me and walked outside.

It was raining. I pulled the folded blanket onto me and layed down. He came through the door with my wet clothes, and shoes. He walked upstairs and came back down with a pencil and notepad. I cocked my head at him.

"I hung up your clothes in your room." He had erase marks on the word "our room" and changed it to "your room"

"You mean our room?" I asked. He looked away and rubbed his neck. (CRINGE! AHHHH!)

He walked to the couch and sat by my feet.

"Okay, what do you want to do?" He wrote.

"I'm not sure." I sniffed and sneezed.

"Ugh. Am I sick?!" I groaned. Jason layed next to me and hugged me. I smiled and kissed the mouth part of his mask. I leaned back onto a pillow. I sighed; my back hurt so much it felt really good to lay back down.

"So, do you think you have a cold?" He said. Wait... SAID?! He talked? He did!

"Did you just talk? Wait, wait, wait... YOU JUST TALKED?! I love you voice!" He turned away.

"I-it's not THAT big of a deal..." His ears went red.

"But still. I think you should talk more!" I sneezed but kept on talking.

"So, do you have a cold?" He asked me. I groaned.

"Hope not, but I probably do." I crossed my arms and closed my eyes.

"Are you hungry?" I opened on eye and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry." I was happy he asked me. I smiled.

"What do you want?" I turned my head to look at him. I didn't notice that he walked to the kitchen door.

"Oh, um... I don't know. What do you have?" I seriously didn't know.

"I have chicken noodle soup? That would help you." I nodded and thought of eating.

"Yeah, I'll have that please." I answered.

"Okay." I love how he takes care of me. It makes me feel- ah, what's the word... Special?