This is the Life

-Chapter 3- TOGETHER-

Chucky's been gone for an hour or so and Tiffany's been using that time to try out her new body and getting used to her surroundings. Everything's so big now. And she's so small. The chairs, the counters, EVERYTHING. This is something she's going to have to get used to. She looked at her reflection in the mirror on side of her. She narrowed her eyes. She really doesn't look like herself. Actually she looked nothing like her human self.

"Hmm I guess we're going to have to fix that." she said to herself. She started going through her drawers and cabinets to find all the things she needs: blonde hair dye, nail polish, and every bit of makeup she owned. She set it all down on the counter in her bathroom. Looking at her reflection again and picking up the box of hair dye, she grinned.

" Time to get to work."

" Tiff! I'm home! And I got some stuff!" Chucky called, bringing in many bags. He made sure to cancel his stay at the hotel and get his duffle bag before he forgot about it. He set it down next to the door and went to show Tiffany what he bought while he was gone.

" I got you some clothes since you probably don't want to wear same thing every d-wow."

Tiffany pushed a strand of her newly dyed blonde hair behind her ear. " What do you think?" She asked, biting her now painted black lip. Chucky just stood there mesmerized, his mouth agape. Tiffany tilted her head a bit while staring at her dazed boyfriend. " Hey...you alright?" She asked getting closer to him. But the moment she got close, he grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a long kiss. It was a good thing he was holding her because the moment he broke the kiss, Tiffany's knees gave out. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her neck, trapping her in an embrace.

" You look gorgeous."

" Haha thanks!" She said pulling away. She eyed the bags Chucky put on the ground, " What's that?"

" Oh!" He realized he forgot about the bags, " I went to the store and got you some clothes. It kind of took me while to find a tailor that would make them your size. That's why I was gone for so long." He handed her four bags. " Go ahead. Go try 'em on. I'll wait out here."

Chucky sat down on the couch watching Tiffany rush to her room to try on her new clothes. He only bought himself two outfits while he bought Tiffany a shit ton. He made sure to remember her favorite colors and the certain types of clothes she likes to wear.

" Tiiiiiiif! How're you doing?" Chucky called, lying on the couch.

" Hold your horses! I'm coming out!" She calls back. He looked up once he heard the clicking of her heels.

" I guess I did a good job, huh?" Tiffany was dressed in a white camisole with a black leather jacket. Her legs were covered by a pair of black skinny jeans accompanied by black high heeled combat boots. Before Tiffany left her room to show Chucky how she looked, she kept staring at herself in the mirror. She was so giddy. She looked like herself again.

All she could do was smile while nodding her head. Chucky laughed at how child like she was being. It was cute. He opened his arms and in two seconds flat Tiffany was in them, hugging him tightly. Chucky began to lean back causing them both to fall on the couch, making Tiffany lie on top of him. The blonde cupped her boyfriend's face, squishing his cheeks together.

" Haha...ow" he said, trying his hardest not to laugh, his face was beginning to hurt. This was something Tiffany used to do all the time back when they were kids in middle school. She usually did it while going on about how " cute " he was since she was three inches taller than him at the time. Fortunately, by the time they were in high school, Chucky managed to grow a foot taller than her, and she never heard the end of it. It made him feel better that in their doll bodies, he's an inch or two taller than his girlfriend, even with her heels on. So that works well for his self esteem.

He closed his eyes as Tiffany peppered his face with kisses. She leaned back after giving him a long kiss and finally letting go of his face. " You look cute."

Chucky, opening his eyes, stares at Tiffany incredulously. " The fuck? I'm not cute." He rested his body weight on his elbows. He watched Tiffany grab a hand mirror of the coffee table and held it to his face. " You are now." His entire face was covered in black kiss marks.

"DAMN IT, TIFF!" he exclaimed running to the bathroom to wash it off. Tiffany fell back into the sofa cushions holding her sides. She was still laughing when Chucky returned. He smirked and slowly made his way towards her, " Oh you think that's funny?" Tiffany, knowing bound to happen, slowly got up from the couch and began to back up still smiling. "...Maybe."

Chucky's smirk grew wider. " I think you should run." He said before running towards her. Tiffany quickly left the living room and ran into her room, locking the door. She began to look around for a place to hide. Knowing that the first place he'd look is under her bed, she hid in her closet which was very small and full of clothes. She buried herself in a huge pile of clothes. She tried to contain her laughter once she heard Chucky pick the lock of her bedroom door.

" Tiff? Tiiiiiiiiiif?" Chucky called. " Come on! I know where you're hiding. I'm pretty sure you figured I'd check under your bed like I normally would do, so I'm one hundred percent sure you're hiding in your closet.

" SHIT!"

Laughing, Chucky opened the door to her closet, finding Tiffany in one of her now much too large sweaters, pouting.

" Come on, Tiff. Get out of the closet. " He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her from the pile of clothes. He set her down on her bed and looked at her. She looked adorable. The sweater was bigger than her whole body, her arms weren't long enough for the sleeves, and that POUT! He leaned down and kissed her forehead. " Now YOU look cute."

" Shut up."

" Aw is widdle Tiffany mad?" He teased, pulling her close.

" Let me go, you asshole." She shot back, smiling.

" You're smiling."

" I know and I hate it."

Tiffany was starting to pout again. Kissing the tip of the blonde's nose, he got off the bed.

" Where are you going?" Tiffany asked.

" While you take off that sweater, I'm gonna go change. We're going out."

-Hours Later-

It's Nighttime. Chucky, dressed in a black sweater and some jeans, helped Tiffany out of the car. He called up Michael and asked him if he'd be willing to drive them some places. Chucky was probably one of Michael's closest friends and vise versa. If they needed anything, they got each other's back.

" Thanks, Mike!" he yelled, waving to the leaving car. The horn could be heard as it disappeared down the street. Chucky grabbed Tiffany's hand, letting their fingers intertwine.

Saying Tiffany had a nice time with Chucky would be a gross understatement. He took her to a nice restaurant, they saw a movie. At one point, they just walked and looked at the scenery. She looked up at Chucky who was unlocking her front door. The shine from the lantern above them illuminated his face, emphasizing his features. She marveled at how handsome he was. And by the time he was looking back at her smiling, they were already in her home with the door now locked.

Tiffany smiled back before leaning in, giving Chucky a kiss. Seconds after breaking apart, their lips met in another kiss. This time, harder and more passionate. Tiffany wrapped her arms around Chucky's neck as he picks her up and carries her to her room. After awhile, Tiffany and Chucky found themselves together in bed. Chucky towered over Tiffany in nothing but his jeans from earlier. He leaned in until their lips were inches apart. Both panting, pink as a prawn, and lips swollen from their recent activities.

" Are you sure about this?"

Tiffany looks up at him, most of her makeup now gone. She puts her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down until their lips were nearly touching.

" We made it this far. It would be dumb to stop now. Don't you think?"

She could feel Chucky smiling against her lips before he lifts up the blanket, covering them both.

-5 am-

Tiffany laid there with Chucky's arm wrapped around her. With her head resting on her boyfriend's bare chest, she listened to his heartbeat. This was something she would do back when they were human. Usually if she couldn't sleep, she lay her head on Chucky's chest, it would always lull her to sleep. But something...something was not right. Chucky's heart was beating faster than usual. Tiffany looked up at Chucky who was now having a panic attack in his sleep. She tried her very best to get him to wake up.

" Come on, baby" She whispered, cupping his face, " Wake up."

-Chucky's Dream-

Running. That's exactly what he was doing. He's been running all throughout his childhood home. Running from him. The floors were littered with empty beer cans and shattered plates. Why is he here? Why is he in the house, he hasn't seen in years. Why is he back in his ten year old body. He ran upstairs into the bathroom and locked the door.

" Charles! Chaaaaaarles!" A voice called from the other side of the door. " Charles! Open the door!"

" LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed, sobbing.

" Come on Charles! I promise I won't hurt you and your mother anymore." The voice said in a thick Austrian accent, " NOW OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!" The hinges began to break and the door fell to the floor, revealing his father covered in his mother's blood. And the moment Lukas Raihmeyer charged at his young son...

He woke up.

" Chucky! Wake u-"

Tiffany jumped when Chucky's eyes opened suddenly. With her hand over her heart, Tiffany was trying her best to keep it from exploding from her chest. Once she calmed down, she looked down at Chucky who was still laying there still as a statue. She watched as drips of cold sweat dripped from his pores and the tears from his eyes.

" Are you okay?" She asked, running her fingers through his damp hair. He didn't say anything. He just shook his head 'no'.

" Do you want to talk about it?"

Again, he shook his head 'no'. Tiffany sighed and laid down. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, grabbed his hand, and gave it a nice squeeze.

" How about you go back to sleep?"

She felt her boyfriend's hand squeeze hers back while his free hand pulls her closer to him.

" Thanks, Tiff." He said, closing his eyes. Tiffany smiled. She reached up and kissed his jaw, watching Chucky fall asleep.

" You're welcome."

-Author's Note-

Here you guys go! Chucky and Tiffany had them a day to themselves and it ended with some romance, some cuteness, and then some sadness. Sadness is my specialtyXD

I want to thank TheFabulousHeath for ideas for this chapter. I really appreciate it! I'll upload the next chapter as soon as I can.

So stay tuned:)