Murder and Mutilation (Jeff the Killer Fanfic)

27. Home is where the heart is

Jeff

I stood in front of Chelsea's bathroom mirror, looking at myself and how strange I seemed in normal clothes. The flannel Snow had picked out for me was orange and blue, softer than my hoodie by a long shot, I could tell that much. A lot of things she owned were soft, made of good fabric and well taken care of. I could smell her detergent almost like it was a perfume and smiled to myself as I took a deeper breath of it.

"Are you almost done in there princess?! I need to piss!"

"Alright, alright!" I shouted back as I flipped the sunglasses up, walking out to find Chelsea snickering at me, "now I know why Snow is so goddamned bossy."

"She gets it from me."

I let her walk in before I moved to the couch, taking in the room around me; the walls were as white as I was but she'd done her best to decorate, some type of yarn tapestry hanging next to her plants while the kitchen was covered in lights. I wondered what it was like to own your own little space like this, put up everything you thought was pretty or cool and just come in day in and day out. A few minutes later she emerged and sat down next to me, something in her hand.

"Sit up real quick," she asked and I did, raising an eyebrow as she dug her fingers into my hair.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll thank me later when you're chasing your drunk girlfriend around," I felt a sensation on the back of my neck vanish as she finished, "there, now you actually look like you could blend in with a crowd."

"Thank you," I laughed absentmindedly as I reached up behind my head to feel it, "can I ask you something?"

"Do it on the way, we're running late," she pulled me to my feet before running into the kitchen, handing me two plastic handles of vodka while she filled a cooler with beer and water bottles. God bless this woman.

I followed her down to her yellow SUV, hopping in the passenger side before tucking the bottles beneath my legs. My knife and hoodie were both hidden safely in the backpack behind the seat and as we pulled onto the road I finally asked my question.

"What was Snow like before I happened?"

"Not that different," Chelsea said with a laugh, a warm look in her eyes, "she actually used to be a little quieter, kept to herself. Didn't want to cause trouble but it always came looking for her anyway. Then the fight happened and you came into the picture, and she suddenly stood her ground a lot more often and instead of brushing it off. Not to mention she's always smiling."

"Did she not before?"

"Polite smiles maybe, but now it's always big grins and laughter," she sighed as we pulled up to a red light, "Jeff you might be one crazy son of a bitch but you make her happy. I believe there's people on this planet that deserve to die and sometimes I wish someone would come and strike them down when the law can't, and because I think like that I truly can't judge you for what you do. Hell, if you gave me a knife and the guy that got me kicked out of school I'm not sure I wouldn't do the same."

We shared a laugh and I couldn't stop smiling, tucking my face into the bandana to hide it as I thought about Snow's mischievous grins and sadistic snickers, how they were always music to my ears as much as the sound of someone screaming was. When we finally pulled up to her house I saw her Jeep backing down the driveway, coming to a stop just as Chelsea and I did. The moment I hopped out I grabbed the bag and the booze, holding the bottles up triumphantly as I heard her laugh through the window.

"I've got beer and water in here," Chelsea's voice echoed from the back as I hopped in, "want me to grab the tent?"

"Just in case," Snow turned to look at me, her cousin doing the same. I could see curiosity and mirth in her blue eyes as I wiggled my brows above the shades, "Nina, this is the boyfriend, boyfriend this is my cousin Nina."