The Next Chapter of Our Lives (Ghostface X Michael Myers)

Moving In

This chapter's gonna be a little short. I just hit some writer's block. I have ideas, I just feel like it's a little soon to execute them. In the meantime, enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ghostface, Michael Myers, Laurie Strode, or Jamie Lloyd. I only own Tim Krueger, Spirit, and Dagger

"Thanks again for helping me with this," Ghostface repeated for what felt like the one-millionth time.

"You're very welcome, honey," Michael replied.

It was the morning after Michael and Ghostface told their families they became a couple. Last night, Laurie and Michael agreed that Ghostface and Spirit could spend the night and they could gather his things in the morning. At first, Ghostface wanted to sleep on an air mattress in Michael's room, but then Michael suggested the two of them share the bed. Ghostface liked that idea more, so he agreed. The two of them fell asleep, spooning each other while the dogs were curled up together at the foot of the bed.

Now the two lovers were at the motel, loading Ghostface's luggage into the trunk of his car. The fact was, Ghostface didn't really need Michael's help with packing, because he traveled lightly. He just wanted to use it as an excuse to be with his lover.

When the two of them arrived home, the dogs immediately ran up to their owners, tail wagging so fast, they were blurs. Laurie, who was sitting on the couch, turned in their direction. "Hey, you two. Need any help?"

"No, I think we got it," Ghostface said.

"All right. Any leftover food you have can go into the kitchen. Everything else can come upstairs," Michael explained.

Ghostface nodded and carried a bag of food to the kitchen. It mostly consisted of soda and microwave pizzas. After that, the two of them went upstairs to Michael's room.

Michael's room wasn't much, or so he had claimed. There was a bed in the back-left corner. Next to the bed was a nightstand that had a lamp and a book lying on it. On the right side wall close to the corner, was a walk-in closet. A Rob Zombie poster hung on the left wall. Against the right wall, closer to the doorway, was a desk with a computer on it. The back wall had a pair of windows with black drapes. The walls were painted a pastel orange. Despite the fact Michael claimed it wasn't much, Ghostface was very much appreciative of it. He carried his clothes into the closet and folded them into a neat pile in the back right corner.

"So," Michael said. "Want me to give you a tour?"

"Yes."

"So, as you know this is my - well - OUR room. Across from here is Jamie's room, to the left of her room is Laurie's room, and to the right of this room is Judith's old room. But we don't EVER use it. We just keep it closed. At the end of the hall is the ladder to the attic," Michael explained as he led him into the hall. Then they went downstairs. "Over here is the living room, down that hall is the bathroom and a walk-in closet where we keep our coats and shoes and all that. That hall also connects the kitchen. The kitchen connects to the dining room and the dining room connects to the living room. There is also a door in the kitchen that leads into the basement. The patio door is also in the kitchen."

Michael and Ghostface wandered around the house, so Ghostface could get used to it. "This is nice. I think I'm going to like it here."

"I'm glad you think so. Come here," Michael said as he pulled Ghostface into a hug. Then they shared a kiss. Ghostface rested his head against Michael's chest, closed his eyes, and smiled. Yeah. I'm DEFINITELY going to like it here.

I take back what I said earlier. This chapter is VERY short. But stuff is going to get real in the next chapter (No, they're not going to do it, you pervs.) Anyway, see you guys later.