Your red eyes look over the refrigerator, sniffing up the Kleenex that were shoved in your nose. You shove your hand in your hair, scratching your scalp.
"Where the hell is he?" You muttered, glancing at the window. He isn't usually this late, especially whenever you're sick. You sigh as you pull out a left over bowl of soup from earlier and shove it in the microwave.
You stare blankly at the light until you felt slender arms wrap around your waist and a face buried in your back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I got caught and had to get away and ended up forgetting. I'm so sorry." He whimpered in your back.
You sigh. You hated it when he felt guilty. He hated letting you down. He lifted his head up and resorted to kissing up and down your neck, leaving small bit marks.
You run your fingers through his hair tenderly. He sighed and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You open up the microwave and pull out your soup.
He hummed in your neck, slowly swaying with you in his arms.
"Jeff, let go. I need'a go eat!" You whined, only for his grip on your waist to tighten. You roll your eyes and waddle to your room, Jeff still holding on to you.
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You sit your now empty bowl on your dresser, sneezing as you layed back down.
"How did you get sick?" He asked, turning you to face him, his arm draped over your hip.
"Who knows, who cares." You muttered, laying your head on his chest.
"I care." He responded.
"Fine." You say, giving up with a smile.
"I love you." You added.
"I love you too Y/N, now go to sleep so you'll feel better in the morning. You sound like shit and it's pissing me off." He whispered, relaxing on a pillow.
What did he mean by "go to sleep"? Whatever.
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Rules Are Made For Breaking (Jeff The Killer One-Shots)
FanficMASSIVE CRINGE WARNING. Not my favorite project but its fun to read when you're bored and not looking for great quality work. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED I don't own any characters, art or songs used. All I own is the effort put in these one-shots.
