I'm in love with a killer #2

Part 9

A chapter 2 days in a row!? What!? That's crazy!. . .even though I did publish 2 chapters in one day when I first started writing this thing. . .BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT! First time in ever! Enjoy the chapter! I think you're really gonna like it!

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I opened my eyes to a dark room, I looked at the clock that was on his dresser and it read 5:15 Am. I woke up really early this morning. I turned around to face Shoto, who still had his arm around my waist and smiled. How could I be scared of spending the night with him? He's the least threatening person I know. I gently ran my fingers through his hair and then got reminded of the stuff he left out on the table. I feel bad that he prepared all of that and I was too selfish and judgmental to be able to enjoy it. The least I could do is clean it up and while I'm at it I should make some breakfast. I got out of Shoto's arms and instantly felt cold. How is he so warm? I got up and started walking towards the door, but I heard a faint buzzing sound coming from the bathroom. I know you're not supposed to walk towards the scary noise that's coming from the dark because everyone who does that is usually the one who dies first, but now curiosity is kicking in. I made my way to the bathroom and as I got closer I started seeing a faint light coming from the sink. I walked in the bathroom and turned on the light. I looked over at the sink only to find my phone. I completely forgot it in here last night, but who would be calling me this early in the morning? Finally, the buzzing stopped, and I looked at my notifications. shit. Now I wish there really was an axe wielding murderer in here. 60 missed calls and 102 messages from. . .Kacchan. I can't answer him here! He'll wake up Shoto! I quickly but quietly made my way out of the room and down the stairs. On my way downstairs, he called one more time and sent about 5 more messages.

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WHERE THE FUCKITY FUCKING SHITTY HELL ARE YOU, YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING SHITTY SHITNERD!?

H-H-Hi K-K-K-Kacchan. . .

WHERE. ARE. YOU?

I-Im at S-Shoto's. . .

AND YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO FUCKING CALL FIRST!? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THIS FUCKER IS AND YOU LEFT WITHOUT TELLING ME WHERE YOU WOULD BE! THEN YOU SPENT THE NIGHT WITHOUT EVEN SENDING ME A SHITTY TEXT SAYING YOU WOULDN'T BE COMING HOME LAST NIGHT! I HAVN'T SLEPT! I HAVN'T EATEN! I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET A HOLD OF YOUR GOD DAMN ASS! I WANT PEPPERMINT'S NUMBER AS SOON AS WE END THIS CONVERSATION!

O-Okay, I'll send you his number now. . .

DID I SAY WE WERE DONE!? YOU OWE ME AN EXPLANATION!

I don't h-h-have one

YOU DON'T HAVE A REASON AS TO WHY YOU DIDN'T CALL ME AND LET ME KNOW!?

I didn't think you would care

I HAVE KNOWN YOU SINCE WE WERE CHILDREN! I LIVE WITH YOU! I WORK WITH YOU! OF COURSE, I CARE! I-

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Just text me when you're on your way home.

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Awwwwww! Kacchan cares!? Before I could send Kacchan Shoto's number, I felt two arms wrap around my waist. I screamed bloody murder and pushed myself away from the person who just had their arms around my waist. I tuned around to see Shoto with his hands in a surrendering position and a smirk on his face.