I stopped hugging him and back away. He put his hands in his pocket, I looked around and thought to myself. 'Now what?' I didn't know what to do, or what to say even. I was in like, shock from what just happened. I looked over and saw Jeff walking towards the window. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. "Jeff, where are you going?" I asked him as he opened the window. "To...to do some work." He said. I looked at him, and nodded. He left and closed the window. I looked out the window and saw that it was pretty dark, I went to my bed and laid down. I thought about what just happened, I just said that Jeff The Killer was my friend. I must be insane for saying that, I must be going mad. Saying that a killer is my friend, what if he gets caught and I don't defend him or something, he'll probably kill me. Call me a traitor. I don't want that.
Although, for being a killer and an insane person he has been nice to me. He's been kind and he was there since my parents died. I was thinking and thinking then I fell asleep. I woke up early in the morning I looked at my clock. 6am. It was a Monday, I didn't want to go to school. Why should I? I have no friends, my parents are dead. I don't feel like going to school anymore. Yet I need education. I grabbed my bag and changed into a white long shirt and black pants. I put my bangs near my eye, almost covering it. I grabbed my bag and put it on my shoulder.
I went downstairs. and I ate a bagel, I didn’t have time to cook anything. I grabbed a glass with Juice and drank it with y bagel. After I was done. I grabbed the keys and opened the front door. I got out and turned to face the door to lock it. After that I out the keys in my bag. I looked around and saw Jeff in the woods, near a tree. He looked at me, I looked at him also. I looked at his shirt, it was pinkish. I guess he tried getting some blood out of it and it just got all smudged.
I chuckled a little and walked towards him making sure no one noticed. “Hey…” I said awkwardly. He walked a bit closer to me. “Hi…” He also said talking awkwardly, I stayed thinking about something. Then I opened my mouth to talk. “Look, Jeff if we’re going to be friends we should act like friends. We shouldn’t be scared to talk to each other.” I said. He looked at me. He looked surprised, thought I really couldn’t tell. He looked at me. I didn’t know what he was thinking then he started talking. “You, sure?” He asked me. I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Jeff. After school come over. We’ll play a little game.” I said smiling. He chuckled and took his knife out.
Then I realized what he thought. “No Jeff! Not that ‘game’ a game about….knowing each other more.” I said to him. He put his knife away. “Oh…” He said. I giggled. “Well, I need to go to school. I’ll see you later.” I said. He just waved and I did the same. I started walking to school and I was fiddling with my hands. What did I just do? Every time I say something to Jeff I feel like I’m going insane. I mean a killer, as a friend? Going to my house? Why am I nice to him? There must be something wrong with me.
Angelina was walking home and she was with someone. It looked like an older woman; I thought maybe it was a teacher or something. After the lady left her at her house she looked at me. I looked back at her. She signaled me to go inside from the back door. I nodded and she went in the front way and I ran to the back door. It was unlocked so I got in and closed the door. Angie came near and shut all the doors and windows. I looked at her. After that she went to the kitchen and I followed her.
She took a tray full of cookies out of the oven. “When did you make those?” I asked her. “Well, I made the cookies a few days ago because my friends were supposed to come but they told me they were moving. So I put the cookies in the fridge, they weren’t cooked yet, and then just now I put them in. They’re almost ready.” She said putting them back in the oven. I nodded. She came to the living room and sat on the couch with her legs crossed. I chuckled. “Why’d you laugh?” She asked me. I looked at her and sat down. “Because I sit the same way.” I told her. She smiled.
She has a beautiful smile. I noticed that every time she smiles she puts her head down. “Why do you do that?” I asked her. She looked at me, confused. “Do what?” She asked me. “When you smile, you put your head down. Why?” I asked her. She looked down and looked at me. “Um…because I don’t like my smile.” She told me. I looked at her. “Why?” I asked her. “Well, I always thought my smile was weird.” She told me. I looked at her and without thinking something popped out of my mouth. “I think your smile is beautiful.” I said. Then I realized what I said. She looked at me and smiled then blushed.
I looked at her. “Uh…I mean-” I said then she cut me off. “Jeff, it’s okay. I’m not mad.” She told me. I looked at her. ‘That was awkward’ was all I said in my mind. She got up and went for the cookies then she set them on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then she came and sat down again. “Well, this is called the ’20 question game’ one person asks the other person 20 questions, to get to know them better. Got it?” She asked me. “Yeah.” I said. She smiled. “Good. I ask you first. Okay, um…favorite color?” She asked. Then she stared at my shirt. “Red. Yours?” I asked her. She looked at me. “Black. Okay next one. Wait first, give me your shirt.” She told me. I looked at her. “What?” She asked me. She rolled her eyes.
She went upstairs and came back with a big shirt, it was probably her dads. “I’m going to wash your pink shirt wear this for now.” She told me handing me the shirt. I looked around. She understood what I meant and went to the kitchen. I chuckled a little. After I was done changing I went to the kitchen and gave my white shirt to Angie. “Hey, Angie here you go. This shirt it really tight.” I told her. She giggled and took my shirt. “Too bad, my dad was a thin man. He wasn’t fat like you.” She said laughing. I looked at her and followed her to the laundry room.
“You called m fat?” I asked her, she looked at me and chuckled. “Yes, yes I did.” She said leaving the laundry room. I caught up with her. “I wouldn’t call myself fat, because I’m not. I just have more muscles than your dad.” I told her. She laughed. “Wait, so you’re calling my dad weak?” She asked me. I chuckled. “Uh…yes, yes I did.” I said imitating her. She smiled. I started thinking. ‘This isn’t awkward…I don’t feel scared anymore…it’s like a normal chat with a normal person. She doesn’t even care that, I’m a monster…or does she?’ I sat down and she looked at me.
“You okay Jeff?” She asked me, sitting near me. “Uh…just thought about something.” I told her. “What was it?” She asked me. “Well, just that you’re acting like you don’t care that…I’m a monster, but then I think that you do.” I told her. She looked down and frowned. It seemed like she was thinking. Did I make her feel bad? “Jeff, you really think that? I- I do Jeff. But, it’s just with me you don’t seem like a monster. You act differently with me…when you’re with me you’re not a monster. You never were Jeff. Don’t think that… I accept you and to me you’re not a monster, because your nice to me. Don’t think that. Alright?” She said looking straight at my eyes.
I looked at her. ‘Did she really just say that?’ I thought to myself. “Okay. Is what you said true?” I asked her. She looked at me. “Yes, Jeff. I’m serious.” She told me. She did look serious about it. I looked at her and hugged her. She seemed surprised at first, then hugged back. “Thank you.” I whispered in her ear. She smiled.
“You’re welcome, Jeff.” She said hugging me tighter.