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Chapter 3: Uh-oh

I sat there confused at what just happened.

"What just happened? Why did you do that!" I shouted at him, feeling my face heat up.

"Well I kissed you because I like you," he said. If he had his mask off I bet you a million dollars that he had a smug look on his face.

"Y-you like me?"

"Yeah, is that such a surprise? Can't a guy like a girl?" he asked.

"But why? I am not that cute or anything." I turn frustrated. I feel him grab my arm. I tug away, running towards the house. I burst through the door, looking for Jaz. I find her watching TV with an orange in her hands.

"C'mon lets go, I can't be here any longer."

"Why? What happened Shannon?" She asks concerned.

"Just we have to go ok," I tell her going into the room and grabbing our bags. I walk out to find Jaz glaring at Jason, figuring he did something wrong.

"Shannon, wait please don't go. I'm sorry I just thought you felt the same way," he said with a shrug.

"I-I just have to go away right now Jason, and think this over. C'mon Jaz," I say pulling her along with the bags out the door.

As I am walking out the door Jason leans down and whispers, "I'm sorry, please understand." He straightens back up and moves out of the way. I run out the door, heading to the car with Jaz behind me. I get in the passenger side, throwing the bags in the back, while Jaz gets in the driver's side. She didn't say a word, just sat in silence and let me think. I sit the car watching the scenery change. I couldn't think. Every time I thought Jason came up in my head. He liked me and I ran away. What was I thinking? I look out the window and see the sign welcoming us to Illinois. Wow, where did the time fly?

We soon came to Haddonfield. We stopped at the town store and went in. The entire town seemed to live in fear of the legend that lives here.

We got some snacks and drinks before heading to the checkout. This time Jaz didn't eat it all. We just didn't notice that we didn't have any food.

"You aren't from around here are you?" the cashier asks, as I am looking at the paper. Michael Myers Strikes Again, the headline read.

"No, we aren't, we are actually looking for him," I say pointing at the paper.

"You won't last long; he'll kill you without a care in the world."

"Thank you for your concern sir, but we will be perfectly fine," I say taking the bags.

"You two will make the next paper if you go," he shouts after us, making the people in the store turn and stare.

We walk out of the store and get in the car. Some people just make me so mad. He didn't have a right telling me that. He is just lucky I was in a good mood, well sort of a good mood. My mind went back to Jason. NO I will not think about him. Jaz turned down Lampkin Lane and parked the car in front of Michael's house.

We got out and started walking up the driveway when a little kid shouted at us, "STOP, don't go in there, that's the boogeyman's house."

I turn what's with all these people trying to stop me from seeing him. "He is my friend so I'm going to go see him, ok."

The kid let out a terror filled scream and ran off in the other direction. I didn't know I was that scary. I turn around and face the man the scream was directed to, Michael Myers.

"Hey, sorry we didn't call, we didn't have your number," I say to him.

"Why are you here?"

"Well, we wanted to see you," I say to him. I walk around him and go up to his house, with him not that far behind. "You don't mind if we stay here do you?" I ask looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Actually I do mind."

"Oh c'mon Michael."

"No."

"Please, with sugar on top."

"No."

"Fine, we will set up a tent and start a fire in the middle of your front yard," I say knowing he wouldn't want that.

"That's ok with me."

I guess I am not that good at mind reading.

"Please Michael, be nice."

"I'm a killer. Being nice is against what a killer does," he says to me pushing me out of the way to get to the door.

He opens the door just enough for himself to squeeze through, then he tries shutting the door. The problem is, I put my foot in the way. He just looked at me before pushing harder. My foot felt like it was going under the door, and it was. I let out a scream and started hitting the door. He finally stopped and I could pull my foot out. I never knew my foot was that flexible. We got off the steps and went down to the car. We grabbed all of our camping stuff and set it up. All the people in the neighborhood was staring at the two idiots setting up camp in Michael Myers front yard, but I could care less about them. Stupid Michael not letting us sleep in his house. Yeah I know we came unannounced but he didn't have to say no and be mean. Anyway, it's not like we would mess it up that badly.

After a couple of tries we finally got the fire to start. So we sat there and went through two bags of marshmallows and lots of chocolate and gram crackers. I went to open the soup when I noticed that it wasn't the pop top soup. What idiot bought this, oh I did, oops. I looked in the utensil container and there was no can opener. Maybe Jaz took it out.

"Hey Jaz, have you seen the can opener?"

"No, I thought it was in the container," she said to me, eating her ravioli.

"Ok, I will check again."

I start looking again, and I mean I looked really good. I even dumped out everything in that damn container, and it wasn't there, it was just like it disappeared. AAAHH! I hate those stupid faeries, always taking my stuff.

I took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Two minutes later the door opened with a sleepy Michael staring down at me.

"What do you want, it's three in the morning," he asks.

I stared, unable to speak. Michael Myers in his boxers (they were Hawaiian) with his shirt off. "Um, do you have a can opener?"

"That's what you came to ask me! It's three in the morning and you want a can opener, for what! Shouldn't you be asleep or something?"

"Well, the faeries took ours and I wanted to eat my soup," I say producing my soup can in explanation.

"W-what?"

"So can I use your can opener, I won't even break it," I say with a smile.

"Fine, it's somewhere in the kitchen, just shut the door on the way out," he says heading towards the stairs.

"You trust me enough to leave me in here all alone," I say with a disbelieving look on my face.

"Should I not?"

"No , I will be good!"

He didn't say anything else after that, he just went up stairs and closed his door. I went into the kitchen and started digging around in his drawers until I found the can opener. YAY I can eat my soup. I went back outside and sat down next to Jaz.

"He had a can opener," I say to her. I start to open the can when I notice it isn't opening. I looked closer at the can opener and it was broken. "Oh c'mon!"

"What's wrong?" Jaz asked looking at me confused.

"He gave me a broken can opener! Why is this happening to me, I just want to eat my SOUP!" I shout at nobody in particular.

"Give it to me," Jaz said holding her hand out. I handed her the can and she produced a knife and started putting holes in the can, so I can drink the soup.

"Thank you," I say putting the soup next to the fire to heat up.

"You're welcome, I think I'm going to go to bed good night," she said getting up and going to the tent.

"Night."

Jaz zipped up the tent and got in her bag, as I was watching and waiting for my soup to get warm. The faeries really had some nerve because right when the soup was almost done, the can fell over spilling most of the contents on the ground, letting it soak up my soup.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" I shouted. I heard Jaz start laughing behind me and I just went over grabbed a bucket and dumped it on the fire. I went in the tent zipping it up behind me and laying down. At least it can't get any worse, I thought as my mind drifted off.

Ok I know that was a really short chapter but I promise next chapter there will be a lot more Michael.

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