What If?
-Chapter 14
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Author's Notes: Well, I'm sorry it's taken me SO FREAKING LONG to update. I've been neglecting my fanfiction because I've been really depressed and stressed-out, not that that's really an excuse…
There is something very personal about this chapter to me, so it might be a bit weird… I dunno… please review!
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"FUCK!"
Freddy rubbed his face where it had smacked painfully into the edge of the principal's desk. No matter how many times he broke into the school through this particular window, he always seemed to do that. Didn't matter, just added to the list of bruises and black eyes he'd accumulated over the years, nobody would care.
Well… maybe Jason would care… the sudden thought caused a warm feeling to twist within his stomach and the teen slowly dragged himself from the floor, a goofy smile adorning his sharp features. Sluggishly, his eyes began to adapt to the murky gloom inside the office and Freddy stumbled over to the filing cabinet he knew was situated across the room.
There was only one way to find a kid in this godforsaken town, rifling through the principal's student files. And the metal cabinet was foolishly-easy to break into; one just needed a hairpin and some time on their hands. Of which he had plenty.
Freddy forced the lock to the 'T-W' drawer in 9 minutes. In 5 he had found Jason's file; "Voorhees, Jason: Age 15: Current Residence: 678 Mable Street, Springwood". In 4 minutes he was out of the room. In 12 he was halfway down the street, heading for the rusty old truck he'd bought for 120, off of an old 'friend' of his step-father's.
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Jason bit his lip as he looked up at Freddy again. Their fingers were intertwined, he didn't want to look away from them, he liked the shapes they made together. The other boy smiled at him and Jason felt his face flush, though he wasn't sure why.
They were sitting on sand. With his free hand, Jason ran his fingers through the grains, digging grooves that looked like claw marks. He could sort of feel it, but not quite. There was a wide, very wide, stretch of water in front of them… it seemed to go on forever. It was so much bigger than the lake that he and his mother used to live near.
As he watched, Freddy put his free hand over the one Jason had on the sand and silently he encouraged the other to continue the finger-drawing. Their hands were getting dirty but Jason didn't mind.
He could hear the wind and feel the breath-like sensations it left on his skin. The shorter boy's shining blue eyes were watching him and Jason felt that he couldn't look away from that stare, he wanted to touch Freddy. There was a nice, fluttery feeling building inside him and the tall boy smiled excitedly as the other moved towards him and kissed him again…
"TAP!" Jason found that sound grating and upsetting, it was breaking his concentration and stopping him from enjoying the kiss…
"TAP…. TAP!" It was starting to get fuzzy...
"TAP" Jason opened his eyes blearily, the unfamiliar darkness of his unfamiliar room unwelcoming him into wakefulness. Tiredly, he dragged himself up, he felt a little strange from the dream; he was hot between his legs. He ignored it, wondering what had woken him from the dream.
"TAP!"
That nasty sound… it was there again, jarring his ears and hurting his head. Something had hit his window. Jason stood up and crept across the room, wincing when a floorboard creaked loudly. The wispy curtain covering the wind looked like it would disintegrate if he as much breathed near it, and he took it gingerly in his fingers as he peeked out of the window.
"TAP!" Jason squeaked and flinched away, holding his hands over his ears. He was sensitized to loud sounds; they stung his brain and confused him. Slowly, he managed to open the window, poking his head out fearfully.
"Jason!" Freddy paused in throwing stones at the window and dropped the pebble in his hand; it clacked loudly on the sidewalk. He shouldn't be feeling such incredible relief at the sight of the other's face, but he couldn't deny that he was. "Um… how's it going?" He laughed lightly, sheepishly and felt embarrassment at the thought of how sweet the other boy was, when he was half asleep.
Jason shook himself awake, a delighted smile spreading across his face. "Freddy?!" the happiness he was feeling made all other emotions pale in comparison. Freddy had found him, Freddy had come for him. "I'll c-come down F-Freddy!"
Abruptly, he turned and padded across the room, worrying his lower lip. How was he going to get downstairs without waking his mother up? Stopping for a moment he contemplated the problem. It didn't matter, he wanted-no, he NEEDED to see Freddy. And with that thought, he began to creep down the stairs.
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Author's Note: I'm only gunna say 3 words on the next chapter (which will be longer I promise!!)
She wakes up.