I set the note down on her vanity desk and walked downstairs. Soft padding of feet echoed in the quite house. I stepped into the kitchen, shivering slightly from the cold floor and made my way to the fridge. The toothpaste, still fresh in my mouth, would no doubt turn anything I ate into the most distasteful thing in the world but nevertheless I decided to settle on a bowl of cereal. As I was setting the milk back into the fridge and closed it I heard light, shaky breathing. I shifted my gaze from the closed fridge and turned to be met with face splitting grin. From ear to ear the person smiled, all thirty of his teeth on display. Wide eyes stared me down, unblinking in their startling gaze. I had jumped back against the fridge at the sudden appearance. Jeff cackled maniacally at my expense. My heart thudded heavily in my chest, beating hard and edging for a fight at my guest.

I rolled my eyes as Jeff's laughter turned into soft chuckles. I brushed by him and picked up my bowl of cereal. Sitting on the couch I grabbed the remote and turned on the television. I heard a soft racket from the kitchen over the drawl of the TV. I perked an ear to listen in on Jeff's ramblings while reading the subtitles. I brought my feet under me, shifting myself as to not spill my bowls contents. My bum succeeded in warming my cold toes and I wiggled them pleasantly. Snuggled into the corner of the couch and began to eat.

The show held no real interest to me. I just watched to keep my mind occupied, keep it functioning. The smelled of bacon wafted in and my mouth watered. Cereal suddenly becoming unappetizing and bland to my taste buds. I leaned over the edge of the couch and glared down the hall into the kitchen where I could just barely see Jeff at the stove. Wisps of smoke floated up and I could see the grease popping and sizzling. He turned to me and waved. I could feel slight ire that he would have a better breakfast than me. I could only be angry at myself for not making a better breakfast but quite frankly I didn't feel like putting in the effort. I decided to forgo the remnants of uneaten cereal and got up to walk to the kitchen.

I dumped out the milk and cereal and rinsed out my bowl before setting it in the sink to get a thorough washing later on. Jeff eyed me curiously as I set out another pan and went about turning on the gas and throwing a few strips of bacon on it.

"I thought you were having cereal?"

"Am I questioning why you're eating my food? In my house? No I'm not, don't question my integrity."

'That doesn't even make sense' Jeff thought.

I walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a box of pancake mix and turned it around to read the instructions. Opening it was kind of difficult seeing as how you have to push in the opening but no matter how hard I tried it wouldn't open. So a few minutes later and some snarky comments from Jeff I finally managed to open it and could finally start on mixing up me some pancakes.

The battered sizzled slightly as it made contact with the pan and I wiped the sweat away that had accumulated on my forehead. The heat in the kitchen gradually rose as we continued our cooking. Jeff enjoyed me jumping every time the bacon popped and did not fail to laugh at my expense. I returned his offending laughter by promptly flipping him off. Of which threw him into another fit of laughter. He went and grabbed two plates, putting a serving of bacon on each and leaned against the counter, waiting for me to finish with the pancakes. I could feel his unblinking gaze trail up and down my body. I could also see him from the corner of my eyes.

"What are you staring at?" he glanced up from; I'm making an educated guess here, staring at my ass. I shifted nervously, gaze flickering from him to the pancakes and back. My hand gripped the elbow of the arm holding the spatula as I turned to him, eyebrows turning down, it was as much as I could do besides frowning to show my slight anger.

"Nothing much" His elongated smile quirked in a corner. I felt an eye muscle twitch and turned back to the, now done, pancake. I went about setting it on top of another pancake on my plate, and identical plate sitting next to it with a fork on each plate. I set the spatula down in the sink before flying at Jeff. My hands aimed at his neck, seeing as how the kitchen was quit spacious it provided ample battle ground.

Jeff ducked and tackled me by the waist, falling to the floor with a winding "oof!". He went to grab both of my hands and I smacked him silly, throwing him in a slight stupor long enough to flip our positions so that I was on top, straddling his hips tightly to keep him from withering away. He made to grab at my hair which simply eased through his fingers like silk. I smacked him again and he grinded his teeth, his cheek now a fiery red from being abused. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me pack, all the while I swatted at his head. I was roughly shoved into the hard tile floor and Jeff managed to grab one of my hands, pinning it down with surprising strength. I aimed a series of punches towards his ribs.

Jeff grunted and backhanded me roughly. My head snapped to the side as I simultaneously punched him in the cheek with my free hand. He grinned at me manically, eyes and smile disturbingly wide. A series of pops escaped my lower-half as I swung my legs up and hooked them around Jiffs' neck and again as I straightened them and succeeded in slamming Jeff into the floor.

"Agh" he rolled onto his stomach, clenching the back of his head. I grabbed his legs and put them in a lock so that if I lowered myself, his legs, which I was holding securely and straddling, would cause extreme pain. Jeff screamed out.

"Surrender!" I shouted. One eye closed as I scrunched up my face with the effort of holding his flailing legs.

"Nevur!" he shouted and somehow straightened his legs, effectively slamming me face first into the floor. My nose throbbed and I felt my liquid essence ooze out and drip to the floor. Red on white tile.

I grabbed my nose, it as well as my forehead aching. Jeff quickly straddled me from behind and gripped tightly at my hair before pulling my head back and slamming it into the floor again. I groaned.

"Give up?"

"….." I contemplated.

"Yes"

"Good"

"You're so mean to me~ Why are you so mean to me?" I whinned, face still smooshed against the tile. He pushed me down as he stood. I grunted as my face was smashed into the floor again.

'Fucking ass' I thought. I glared at Jeff as he grabbed his plate and walked out the kitchen as if he did not just bash my head in to the floor three times in a row. As I stood I twisted my index finger and middle finger , brought them to my nose, and flicked them outward and down in a simple gesture. 'Rude'

I grabbed a sheet of paper towel and twisted it before sticking up one nostril, hopefully stopping my nose bleed. Walking out of the kitchen with my plate in hand I padded down the hall and into the living room, taking up a seat only to realize that I forgot the syrup. Jeff was focused on eating his bacon right now and watched me as I walked towards the kitchen. After retrieving the syrup and pouring it on my pancakes I set it on the coffee table where Jeff picked it up and poured some on his.

We sat in silence watching TV, the subtitles playing through my mind swiftly. We ate inn silence and I glanced at Jeff every now and then, taking the tissue out of my nose and discarding it after I was sure my nose was fine. I was soon finished eating and had somehow managed to fall asleep upside down on the couch, empty plate next to me on the couch. I dimly made out the feeling of my blood rushing to my head, feet tingly and all around my body feeling like static.

.

Jeff woke me up sometime around 2. He stared at me angrily, not blinking. I sat up on the couch, instantly feeling light head and weird.

"what ?" I said, scratching my head, I noticed that my empty plat was gone and assumed Jeff threw it away for me.

"you cant just sleep the fucking day away" I rose a brow. Which still didn't do much to convey my annoyance.

I got off the couch and stretched, trying to figure out if I ever moved the cloths from the washer to the dryer. Walking down to the basement with an obviously bored on my heels I put our damp cloths in the dryer and turned it on. I leaned against the washer and watched Jeff, watching me , watching him, watching me. I wondered when my mom was going to come back, business trips don't usually last over a week and I was already missing her.

"So Jeff…."

"Yeah?"

"Who the fuck are you exactly?"

"Who the fuck are you ?"

"I'm Sonye Vriska Capricious"

"Capricious? What kind of last name is that ?"

"Well, what's your last name, smart ass ?" Jeff got really quite, his eyes glazing over.

"Jeff?" I said, trying to get his attention. I walked over and snapped my fingers in his face, trying to wake him from his stupor.

"Jeff? Hey-" I grabbed his shoulder softly and was immediately punched in the face by a startled Jeff. Lights went through my vision as I fell back and smacked my head on the washer and slid down it groaning and holding a fist to my eye. I felt my eye tear up instinctively, a dull ache made itself known on the back off my head and a sharp pain throbbed through my eye. I groaned and felt something warm trickle down my cheek under my hand.

"Shit! I'm sorry, fuck!"" Jeff said as he ran to my side and moved my hand from over my eye.

"what's your problem? I only asked a question" I continued to grumble and wipe at the liquid on my cheek to reveal that it was blood. I hissed at Jeff and instinctively used a series of signs to curse him out. Hands faster than my mouth would be in such an infuriating situation.

"I'm sorry I didn't- it was an accident" he tried to apologize and help me up. I let help me up and shrugged off his hand.

"What ever" I mentally curled into myself and walked up stairs to the kitchen and retrieved an icepack. The cold made me flinch as I set it on my warming eye. I sighed and leaned against the refrigerator.

I felt when Jeff walked into the kitchen, he looked around nervously, not catching my eye.

"It's fine, chill"

"It's not, I shouldn't have hit you like that, I'm so-" I cut him off.

"Jeff…."

"yea?"

"Shut the fuck up"

For some reason this story is popular with the whole Fav/Follow and run scene but no one really cares to review. The only reason this is short is because I wanted to hurry and get it out there, plus I just wanted to see if I could piss anyone off. –snickering-

Thanks to that one or two people who took the time out their day to review and to Ashen Snowflake here it is, bask in it, let it envelope your soul. I'll prob update again sometime next week.

Btw the only reason the first chapter was so long was because I actually took days to write it, I just constantly worked on it, not adding much each time but eventually boom, a shit baby.