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Coraline woke up in the back of the car. It was pitch black once more and she could see the faint outline of Michael sat slumped in the drivers seat. She must have been dreaming the night before about the kiss, him speaking and the happiness she had felt during it all. Even when she was scared she was still slightly happy to be with someone who in his own sadistic way cared for her. She groaned slightly before sitting up groggily. It had all been a dream. She was rather disappointed though, which made her wonder; Am I falling in love with a sadistic psychopath ? She asked herself. She didn't know the answer as her brain would probably say no and deny it, trying to cover up the fact that she was able to love someone like that. But her heart would have different ideas and scream something else at her, whether it be the truth or not it would argue against her brain. She clasped her hands firmly on her head before tucking her knees closer towards her. It was rather cold and the air nipped her skin sending shudders down her spine. She wanted to wake him up and talk to him and blurt out her feelings like a river. But figured that that would be an awfully bad idea. Freaking out a killer like Michael was the last thing on her mind. Instead she sat their in boredom waiting for him to wake up from his sleep (If he ever managed too.). She delved deeper into the thought of Michael and every time she thought of him, it sent a weird rippling feeling through the pit of her stomach.
She didn't like the feeling at first. But soon got used to it and relished the thought of it. She wanted to confess badly to Michael about how she would give up her sanity gladly to be with him. She wanted him to protect her, as for the first time in years she had felt safe, loved and cherished by someone. Even if that person was Mentally unstable and a wanted killer. It proved the saying "Never judge a book by its cover." It was true and he had proved the rest of the world wrong. If they were caught she would argue his case and plead with them in the hope of saving him. She didn't know why she was thinking this though, was it out of love? Or gratitude for him saving and helping her? Or could it be sympathy for him? She didn't know. But one thing she was certain of was that she enjoyed the time they spent together and hoped he wouldn't be taken away from her.
She glanced over at him in the drivers seat it had got a lot more lighter and she figured it must have been dawn. He looked almost peaceful and harmless in this state. She did wonder though what his face was underneath the mask and the façade of the mental killer. She knew he was just a helpless man who wanted someone to love him, something she could do and wanted to do. That's when she accepted it. She was In love with Michael Myers. It wasn't the usual stereotypical teenage love. Oh no. It was much more darker and sadistic than the teenagers in love stereotype. She was willing to kill for him and obey his every word and command. She had put trust In him and he had saved her from a life of pain and misery. She owed him this at the least. She manoeuvred herself into the passengers seat. She was aiming to be as quiet as the grave but instead was as loud as a bull in a china shop. She hit her head twice on the roof and cursed loudly not remembering that Michael was a few inches away from her.
She had hoped it didn't wake him up. Her hope had failed as he was soon awake very quickly. He looked over to see Coraline trying to sit down in the front seat. Under his mask he raised an eyebrow wondering what the hell the she was doing. He never thought a girl would try and willingly get close to him. He was on his guard in case she tried something, but remembered she was no threat but instead a friend. He grabbed the whiteboard and scribbled something down.
What are you doing? It read. Coraline noticed it and smiled before leaning in and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I was really cold back there and slightly frightened." She softly said placing her head on his chest. It was awkward due to the limited space and the parts of the car in the front. But she was happy to see Michael slowly wrap and arm around her, she nuzzled into his chest further and soon felt herself drifting off to sleep.