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A couple days have passed since I met this 'mysterious' Jeff. To say he hasn't absorbed every thought in my mind would be an understatement. Because he has.
Whatever laid dormant in me from my creepypasta phase has suddenly sprung back to life, making me obsesses over it all over again like a mad man.
I've written, drawn, done ANYTHING and everything to make this pass quickly. Cant make Jeff think I'm mentally unstable, right? Haha..
I currently laid in bed, looking at the clock. 1:34 AM. God... Why do I always stay up late? My manager is going to fire me if I continue coming in late.
Suddenly, I get a notification. Without bothering to look up, I feel around my bed— cuz yes, I did manage to build the bedframe after buying those stupid screws. After a minute of not being able to find it, I curse under my breath, sitting up to look around, finding that it was under me. I let out an exhausted sigh, looking at who texted me
[Jeffy: you up?]
I stare at the screen for a solid minute. I didn't just get a 'you up?' text from him, did I? In what multiverse am I that this was fucking happening to me??
After taking a couple minutes to get my scrambled brain into order, I sit back against the wall of my bed, sighing as I think about what to respond.
[Dollface: Yeah]
[Dollface: Why the fuck did you n@me me doll face😞😞]
[Jeffy: I though it was cute, kys]
[Jeffy: anyway im in front of your apartment, open the door, bitch]
I stare at my screen confused. Why was he here at almost 2 AM? That very second, I heard a loud and firm knock on my door. Three quick knocks, a pause, and then another three knocks. I scuff, already smelling the cigarette smoke from him from under the door.
Moving from my bed, I move to the front door. Peaking through the peephole, I see Jeff, staring straight into it, his face still covered with that stupid surgical mask.
"Sugarrr~ open the door." He hummed, it was barely legible from the barrier between us, but before he could say another word, I opened the door.
"What." "Whaattt? Can't I visit my favorite normie?" He laughed, it made my heart jump. Curse you, crushes.
"Earth to doll? Damn, you really don't have anything there." He teased, making me grumble in annoyence. "Asshole.." I murmur back.
"What do you want? I'm deciding to kick you now or later." That got a chuckle out of him, making me smile.
"Well, lamb—" "Don't call me that, pervert." "Well, sweetheart, I was wondering if you wanna go to dinner with me."
That made my heart run in all the right ways. Jeff? A date? WITH ME? Wait, this didn't sound like him..
"Whats the catch?" I question him, my suspicion growing by the second. "Theres no catch! Just two people.. Going to eat... At 2 AM." "Spill it.."
"Fuck fine! The people don't like me there, specifically the manager, and they make REALLY good burgers.." He murmured, arms crossed and pouting like a little kid.
I stare at him for a solid few seconds before bursting out laughing.
"THATS why? Holy shit, what did you do to be so hated there?" "Long story... But it involves a shirt and Garfield." He murmured, hands on his hips as he rolled his eyes. "You coming or nah? I already made a dinner reservation in your name." "WHAT" "calm down sugartits."
I scrunch my forehead in annoyance. "Give me.. 20 minutes. Ill get dolled up, and we can go get dinner." I say, sighing as I slam the door in his face.
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I come out of my apartment a little while later, closing the door behind me and locking it. I throw my keys into my purse before turning around to look at him. I catch his staring, and we have an intense round of eye contact.
"yknow. When you actually try to look pretty, you look alive." He teased, but he looked at me in a way that Ive never seen before. My heart was beating faster, and thank God for this layer of makeup, or he would see me flush red.
"L-lets just go, cmon." "Yeah.. Uh." "What does the restaurant look like?" "American 50s. It's pretty new, but the food there is actually the best thing I ever had."
I smile. That sounded good, I was looking forward to that. On a date with THE Jeff The killer—
I need to calm myself. I didn't know if he was Jeff the killer. And he probably wasn't, what am I kidding? Jeff the killer is a fictional man, HE can't be real. Plus he wouldn't want to go on a date with me. And neither does this.. Jeff. I'm just his friend that is helping him out. Yeah.
That's it.
"You there, sugar?" He shoves my shoulder playfully. "Uh. Yeah, sorry, I zoned out.." I mumble softly. "Whatever you say, hun."
There's an awkward pause between us, both of us quiet. Slowly, but surely, my hand finds his. I look down at where we connected, my breath hitching. Without further delay, I completely wrap my hand around his. Neither of us say anything, but what was awkward a minute ago for us was now pleasant
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Now we stood outside the restaurant. One that was open 24/7, nice. It was all 1950s themed, from the architecture to the furniture. They probably recently renovated it and opened it, which surprises me even more how Jeff managed to get banned so fast.
Without any hesitation, as if he was allowed inside, Jeff opened the front door, leading me into a corner booth with a 'reserved' sign on the table.
"I.. I didn't even know you could reserve tables this late." I say softly, letting out a tired yawn. Jeff, unbothered, takes the menu, skimming over it as if he didn't know what to order.
"What do you wanna eat? The burger is good, but you don't look like you would manage to eat it all." He teased, laughing at me. I roll my eyes, chuckling along with him. "Wanna bet on that, dummy? I bet I can eat it, and faster than you." "Bet."
Soon after, a waiter, that wasn't a day over 16, came to our table. "Hello, good day to you, what would you like to order?" The exhausted teen managed to get out, looking more at his notepad then at us.
"Uh, two regular burgers please." I ask softly, closing the menu. "And a basin of water please"
The waiter nodded weakly, scribbling it down before walking off, not bothering to talk to us further.
"That... That was easy. I was nervous he would kick me out. And that I would have to— nevermind." Jeff mumbled out, wrapping an arm around my mid section, turning my cheeks red. I covered my face with my hand, making sure Jeff didn't notice, which didn't work at all.
"Hey—" "OH YEAH! I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING HAHA." I pull out a Polaroid camera out of my bag. "You— you just carry this around??" Jeff asked, laughing at how absurd that was. I grin, snapping a photo of him laughing. The flash made him jump, making me snicker.
"Because I can get cute pictures of you. Problem?" I tease as he rolls his eyes, waving his hand at the thought. "Oh you. Cmon, I now want to take a picture of you." He said, grabbing the camera from my hands and snapping a picture of my startled face.
Before we knew it, the table was covered in silly photos of me, or him, or us both. And when he thought I wasn't looking, he stole a picture of us two and pocketed it, making me chuckle.
The waiter came to place the burgers just as I was putting everything back, right after I put a cute picture of us two behind my phonecase.
As he placed them down, I immediately took mine. I never was that hungry in the morning, but I have been outside with Jeff for like an hour and half now, and before that, the last time I ate was at eight. So to say I was hungry now was an understatement.
Taking it in my hand, I'm about to take a big bite before Jeff takes it out of my hands holding it over my head teasingly.
"Ah-ah-ah. Remember our bet. Whoever ate it faster, won, right? We have to start at the same time." He said, pulling out a time watch out of his pocket.
"And that I was the weird one for having a camera." "Well, SO-RRY I train while on my way. I have to know if I do my job fast afterall." He laughed, handing me back my burger and grabbing his instead.
"Ready?" "Yeah." "Okay.. Three. Two. One!"
I started eating as fast as I could, not bothering to look at Jeff. Bite after bite, I would store food in my cheeks like a hamster so I could continue to bite.
Soon enough, with a lot of water, I had eaten it all. My body wasn't happy, but I was. I lean back, letting out a small burp. Yet, when I look at him, I can't help but burst out laughing.
His mask was down, revealing his mouth scar— we'll talk about that later. But just his expression was so funny. He looked at me with big wide surprised eyes, mouth full and half eaten burger.
"How the FUCK did you eat that so fast? Holy shit." "Whats my time?" "The watch is broken, I lied." He laughed, continuing to eat, chewing out loud. It was annoying, but something else had my attention.
His scar. An engraved smile that he had on each side from the corners of his mouth to his ears. The scar looked inflamed, infected maybe. And he also looked like he has been cutting it open regularly.
"Nice scar. It's badass." I say, looking him back in his eyes. "Thanks, sugartits. I wouldn't usually hide it, but I'm trying to blend in right now." He says, taking more bites out of the burger. He lets out a small moan, grinning. If I was a man, I would have the biggest boner, cuz that little sound from his did wonders for my lower belly.
"Uh. Who pays?" I ask. "I do." He says, finishing it off with a loud burp of his own. "You bought my shit last time. The least I can do is buy you dinner-breakfast." "Okay." I smile, sitting up properly again.
"I'm just realizing we're matching!" I say excitedly, poking at his chest where he had a basic red T-shirt. "I'm also wearing red!" I chuckle. That earned me a small grin from him before he put his mask back on. "You're so joyous, holy shit. Excited over the littlest things, huh doll?" He teased, poking my cheek. "Problem? Can't I be happy, Mr. Im-pissy-all-the-time?" I tease back, shoving his side.
Then, the waiter came, holding a card reader in his hand and a wallet in the other. He places the check on the table. "That'll be 25.98." He said, his deadpan voice kind of disturbing. I look back at Jeff, noticing how his hands were shaking slightly. Was I nervous..? That didn't seem like Jeff.
Jeff pulled out his wallet, an old, beaten up one that has seen better days. He places a 50 on the table. "Keep the change." He says in a lower voice, trying to sound intimidating.
He then quickly gets up, grabbing my arm and moving out of the building.
So, now we stood outside the restaurant, me standing next to him as crickets buzzed behind us.
"I.. I enjoyed my time with you today." I finally speak up, watching him pull out a cigarette and light it. "I did too. Er.." He fell quiet, staring into the woods. Almost.. Blankly.
I consider for a moment, and before I can really decide, my body moves so I kiss his cheek.
He steps away from me, whatever softness that was in his eyes gone. He gives me a harsh glare, his hands in tight fists at his sides, cigarette long forgotten. It looked like he was restraining himself.
Before I could even apologize, he turned around, walking away in big strides. "Wait— Jeff? I'm sorry!" I tried to catch up to him, but he disappeared into the forest, and I wasn't risking my safety to run after him.
Tears slowly started running down my face before I could even realize it. What did I do wrong? Was I too fast with this? I thought he wanted it too.
Before I knew it, my eyes were all smudges with mascara and my hands wet with tears and snot. I managed to calm myself down enough to eventually walk away to my apartment
My legs shook as I walked, me letting out an occasional sob. Whatever creeps littered the streets gave me judgemental looks right up to when I got into my apartment.