Redwood || AHS: 1984

CHAPTER EIGHT: REST IN PIECES

Xavier's fingers run down my bare back, resting his hands on my hips as his lips cling to my neck.  My eyelids hover over my eyes.  Soft moans leave my lips in delight as he continues.  It has become clear we have both wanted this for a long time.  Now that it's happening, it is even more perfect than I could ever imagine, and I'm sure Xavier feels the same way.  I bring my face down and attach my lips to his like velcro.  My fingers run through his blonde disheveled hair.  He pulls away only to look near the front door of the cabin.  I follow his line of vision.  One of the townie assholes stands still with his mouth agape.  I roll my eyes.  Of course, one of them would ruin this moment.

"Uh--" He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.  "sorry to interrupt."

I shrug my body off of Xavier and wrap a sheet around my torso.  "By all means, please continue."  I sarcastically remark with a gesture of my hand.

"Right, uh, Xavier."  He breathes out, and the blonde hums in response.  "There's someone here you might wanna see."

Xavier places his thumb and index finger on his chin.  "Sounds serious."  He climbs out of the bed to put his clothes back on.  His dark vest is the last thing he shrugs over his shoulders.  He sends me a wink before leaving with the townie asshole.

I sigh.  I remove the sheet from my body and begin putting my clothes on, too.  I slip my Keds on and throw my tangled hair into a high ponytail.  I shut the cabin door behind me after crossing the threshold.  My feet carry me in the direction of the dock where I know Sloane will be.  Her feet dangle in the water as her brunette hair rests against her black leather jacket.  I climb down the wooden stairs and take the seat next to her at the edge of the dock.  Her brown eyes are closed, but she hums as a way to acknowledge my presence.

We sit in a comfortable silence.  My lips purse as I turn my face up towards the warmth of the sun, closing my eyes.  My fingers rest firmly against the wooden dock feeling the smooth grooves of each particular wooden plank.  My right leg crosses over my left as my feet hover over the cool water.  

"Tomorrow doesn't feel like Halloween."  Sloane voices with a bland voice.

I open my right eye to glance at the brunette, but her eyes are still closed.  Her face looks relaxed, and she doesn't seem worried at all.  I shake it off as I return to the position I was in moments ago.

"It's probably because we're dead."

Sloane snickers.  "That might have something to do with it."

We both turn around at the sound of feet scuffing on the dock.  I glance up at Chet who wears an expression of excitement yet worry.  I raise an eyebrow indicating for him to start talking.

"We got him."  He says hastily with one breath.

"You're gonna have to be a bit more specific, 'roidy."  Sloane refrains from laughing at her own nickname for him.

Chet huffs in annoyance at the new nickname, but he chooses to ignore it.  "Just come with me."

Sloane and I exchange a look before shrugging our shoulders and standing to follow Chet off the dock.  He leads us into the woods, and it becomes clear where we are headed since we have made our meetings a more frequent occurrence.  It's kind of funny how often we meet as we have nothing to really discuss aside from how to kill Margaret, and even that seems like the easiest fucking thing in the world.  We're dead.  She can try to kill us, but we'll respawn and end this once and for all.  

As the three of us approach the picnic bench, my eyes find their way to Mr. Jingles.  I furrow my eyebrows as I find his wrists tied to the tree by a rope.  He looks terrified.  Montana says something to him, but I block her out as I grow annoyed at this situation.