Sinister (A Jeff the Killer/Ben Drowned Romance)

VII - Dating the Enemy (unfinished ----- hopefully)

**SHORT AUTHOR'S NOTE**

        First thing's first....

        I'm da realest. 

        Ok, jk. Sorry. SORRY I HAVE NOT BEEN ON WATTPAD AND NOT UPDATING LIKE I SAID I WAS GOING TO FOUR WEEKS AGO OR MAYBE SINCE AUGUST (I mean, who am I, father time, idek lol). SAWWY. Please don't kill me. School has killed me already.  AND I'm working on a top-secret project for you guys. Not just for this book and its readers-but for the WHOLE CREEPYPASTA community. It doesnt really have anything to do with this book, but I'll give you a few hints. I'm making a CREEPYPASTA thing. Yes terrible hint and I know it might not make sense at all but just try to decipher it. Okay?

NEXT NOTE:

     Okay well, people keep telling me that they hate when I constantly change the P.O.V. of the characters.

     Well, *Kevin Hart voice* you see the way my book is set up ... If I did make the chapters more stable and used correct grammar, this story wouldn't make sense. Like, if I kept it on one POV, you would miss a lot of crap. (But ... if you miss a lot of crap, SEQUEL!!!!!)

     Ex. #1: When Jeffy went to the abolished house and Queen hung out with Ben... THAT WAS IMPORTANT. It's important to know what each person is thinking so you get a taste of what's going on in their lives. Then again, when you know, there's no guessing and some people like guessing.

     I don't really care, it's up to you guys and what you want all to happen to this book. So tell me what you want in the comment section- or hey, inbox me. But until then, i'll keep it on one POV.

     Sorry I lied ... that wasn't a short note. *-* Don't kill mehhhhh.

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(Queen's P.O.V.)

     I usually don't care when something bad happens to somebody else. This time I felt different though. I felt ... bad? This was the first time I've ever experienced the feeling people call ... pity. It sucked.

     I didn't know how I was gonna thank Jeff for that, but I knew I had to.

     I was deep in thought when Ben came to Jeff's- I mean, our door.

     He peeked his head in and asked, "Are you ready?" His voice was deep, but very happy.

     I looked at the clothes I hadn't yet changed and decided I'd go as is. I got up and opened the door.

     "Hey there," I said to him.

      Ben was dressed casual, just like me. Good.

     "I heard what happened," he said, "and since I can't take you out ... I've planned something in."

      Ben took my hand, "Follow me."

    So I did. All the way up four flights of stairs, passing countless doors and people. People I've never met. When we got towards them, Ben pulled me tigher and walked faster. (Those, my friends are what I call rejected Creepypastas. They are the fan-made romance characters and badly written. Some of them are great, they just didn't go viral. One day, I'll live in one of those rooms. Hopefully, someone will write about the rejected Creepypastas and mention me so I can at least get a better room. XD)

     When we stopped, me and Ben were both sweaty and breathless. We stood in front of a gigantic door. Ben held my back and beckoned me to open the door.

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     Okay, sorry for the terrible cliffhanger, for I had already had this chapter planned out and now I don't know if I should finish it since it's been so long. All I ask for is 5 votes. Dats it. 5 votes to continue this horribly written romance/comedy/killer/slasher novel. Becasue now, since I waited so long noone probaly wants to read it anymore. Actually, you know what? Three votes. Amazing.