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★ | 020. crystal lake, friday the 13th

Book: Male Reader Imagines
Chapter 20: Crystal Lake, Friday The 13th
Word Count: 1285

[name] was sitting inside the cabin, the fire crackling and keeping him warm. He wrapped himself up in a blanket and stared at the flames. He and his friends decided to go stay at his families cabin in Crystal Lake. College had been getting too stressful and they were finally able to get a break.

He was sitting alone as most of his friends had spilt up and gone off together. They were coupled up. He and another boy who came were the only ones who were single. [name] had wished he had brought someone to have some fun with so he wouldn't be sitting here alone. That could have also helped out his stress.

A loud crackle of thunder broke through the air, making him jump from the sound. The cabin was eerily quiet and he gulped, a sense of fear entering him. He shook his head and scoffed at himself. There was no need to act like a pussy. He went back to looking at the fire, pushing aside his feelings of fear.

"You look like you're having the time of your life." Harry, the other single one, said and came to sit next to him.

[name] glanced at him with a huff. "Are you? While all our friends are up in the rooms having fun, we're sat down here twiddling our thumbs like losers." He frowned. "At least I'm warm."

Harry smirked at him and shook his head. "If you wanted to hook up with someone that badly, why didn't you just bring someone?" He asked as if it were obvious.

"Because my girlfriend decided to break up with me just before the trip. I didn't have time to find someone else." He whined. "I know she did it on purpose to. Just a final slap in the face."

Harry snickered at him and pat his back. "I'm sure that's exactly what she was thinking." He moved his hand to sit back in his own lap.

They sat there quietly for a few moments. "What about you? Why didn't you bring anyone?"

Harry glanced at him. "In all honesty? I'm gay and my brother was uncomfortable with me bringing a guy. He's only just starting to be cool with me again but he still doesn't want to see me kissing another guy." He rolled his eyes. "He's only a little homophobic."

"Oh, lovely." [name] responded sarcastically. "You could have brought someone else anyway. Screw what he thinks."

"I could have but I wanted to avoid the drama. Besides, I was told you were coming here alone and I thought I would shoot my shot with you." He said without any hesitation.

[name] thought he had misheard him and had to double take. "Uh, what?"

Harry laughed again. "You heard me. Come on, you're hot, I'm hot. You've had to been curious once in your life what it's like to be with a guy." He leaned in closer to him. "I'm willing to satisfy that curiosity." He ended the sentence in a whisper.

Although [name] didn't think he was gay he wasn't one hundred percent certain he was straight either. With his mind in a horny state and some alcohol in his system, he couldn't see any reason why he would reject Harry's advancements. Kissing a guy couldn't be that bad.

He let Harry be the one to lean forward and they kissed. It wasn't much different to kissing a girl and [name] didn't find himself disgusted by it. In fact, he found himself getting excited from it. He tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss, feeling Harry tangle his fingers in his hair.

He used his own hand to put in on Harry's thigh and shifted closer to him. He had never kissed a guy before but this experience made him wonder why. Maybe it was just Harry that he was attracted to but he was sure hoping this kiss led to more then just a kiss.

He pulled back, his lips puffy and red. "You want to go up to my room?" He asked.

"Eager, aren't we?" Harry teased him, leaning in and kissing him again. He ran his hand down [name]'s chest and stood up, holding out his hand. "What are we waiting for?"

He took Harry's hand and the two made their way upstairs, passing every room until they made it to [name]'s. They opened the door and Harry took off his shirt straight away. "Do you have a condom?" He asked.

[name] paled. He hadn't even thought to bring one because he didn't think he had a chance of getting laid. "Give me one second." He held up his finger, watching as Harry laid back on the bed, facing him. It was a very inviting sight. He rushed out of the room and into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and began rummaging through every drawer and cabinet. "Come on. There has to be one here somewhere." He whined.

He dug all through the contents, not finding what he was looking for. He was getting more frustrated. He didn't want his night to end just yet and he wasn't going to have sex without a condom. Even if he couldn't get Harry pregnant.

He moved to the next drawer and opened it, smiling in relief when he saw a box. He opened it and pulled out a condom quickly, putting it in his back pocket and closed to drawer. He left the bathroom and walked down the hallway back to his room.

With a smirk he opened the door. "We are in luck - " He stopped short, freezing in his spot. There was no response from Harry. The sight on the bed was anything but pleasant and [name] felt bile rise in his throat.

Harry was dead. He had his throat slashed and there was blood everywhere.

He stumbled back on his feet, falling down and hitting his ass hard on the ground. "What the fuck?!" He screamed. "Guys! Harry's hurt! Help!" He stood up and ran to the closest room, slamming the door open. He gasped and covered his mouth. Damien and Allison were dead as well. He couldn't hold the vomit back anymore and he hunched over, gagging as the disgusting taste entered his mouth.

He put his hand on the wall and helped himself out. He felt like he was about to pass out and he had to hold himself up. Into the next room he went, only to be met with the same sight. His mind was fuzzy as he took to the stairs, stumbling down them and gripping onto the railing.

He fell to his knees when he reached the bottom floor and gripped his hair. Another round of thunder blew throughout the house and he jumped, snapping out of his daze. He had to get out of here. He had to get to a car.

Before he could stand up, he heard heavy footsteps behind him and he slowly turned around. A large man was walking down the stairs, a hockey mask covered his face and there was a large machete in his hand.

[name] began scrambling back. "W - Who are you?! What do you want?!" He screamed. The man didn't stop and just kept going. It was like he wasn't listening and his sole goal was to kill him.

His back hit the front door. He was trapped and there was no escape. "Why are you doing this?"

The man stopped in front of him. The last thing [name] saw was the machete being lifted before slamming down into his face.