They both stopped, shocked to see the trio of killers in the room.
"That one."
Said Freddy, pointing a talon at the shimmering blue, three piece in her arms.
"Um,"
Jennifer slowly set the bathing suit down on her bed, frowning in confusion.
"Alysson, go to your room,"
She said, slowly.
"Okay, Jenny!"
Alysson obeyed her, closing the door behind her as she vanished into the hallway.
"Why the fuck are you in my room?"
She crossed her arms, cocking her head to the side.
"We wanted to see what you were going to wear on your date."
Freddy smirked.
"It isn't a date, Freddy." She looked at the clothing on her bed then at them.
"Were you going through my swimsuits?"
She sounded disgusted and angry.
"Just be glad we didn't go through your underwear." Jeered Ghostface. All three of them started laughing their heads off. Jennifer flushed a bright pink.
"Aw, embarassed?"
Teased Freddy, placing his hands over his heart.
"No," She growled, shooting him a look. "I just don't like perverts going through my clothes." She rushed over, grabbing up the swimsuits from her bed. "Oh come on, we're not that bad." Laughed Chucky, watching as she opened the closet door and threw the suits back in.
She closed the closet door, turning back, and stopped as she watched Freddy pick up the blue bathing suit from the bed in his hands, expecting it.
"You should wear this one."
He said, grinning over his shoulder to look back at her. She rushed over, grabbing it from his grip. "If you really need to know, I am. Now, please, just give me my peace for three minutes! Okay?"
She looked at them, balling it up in her hands and walked over to her mother's rocking chair. She sat it down in the seat, and turned back to face them.
"Don't you guys have something better to do, then be standing there, grinning like idiots?"
Freddy threw back his head and cackled.
"Lighten up, princess. You're acting like a tightass, again."
She sighed, slapping her forehead with a hand.
"I'm. Not. A. Tightass."
She gritted her teeth, probably on the verge of exploding.
"If you'd loosen up, we wouldn't call you one." Countered Ghostface, sounding like he was grinning behind his mask. She sighed deeply, as she past by them, opening the door.
She gestured a hand at the hallway.
"Well, you know where the exit is," She stated, and went to sit on her bed.
Ghostface laughed, walking out.
"I like a girl that takes charge."
She pointedly ingored the comment. Chucky jumped off the bed.
"See ya around, Jen."
With that, he walked out.
Freddy strolled over to the door, stopping in the doorway, looking down at her.
"Remember, 8:00." He smirked. She sighed. "How could I possibly forget?" She groaned, sitting up against the headboard.
"Good to hear it, it's a date."
He cackled, walking out.
"Would you stop saying that?"
She called, closing the door after him. She shuddered at the thought of sleeping, even though her tired eyes loved the idea, her mind didn't.
"They really need a hobby."
She groaned, reaching over to her nightstand, opening the drawer. She pulled out her Ipod, shoving the drawer shut again. She jammed the earphones into her ears, as she turned it on, shuffling through her songs. She clicked on, Ignorance by Paramore. Sighing again, letting herself relax, she looked at the digital clock beside her.
"One more hour til' I meet my doom."
6:59.
She silently began to brainstorm about what Freddy would do with her in the boiler room.
"Well, let's see what am I scared of? Heights, Freddy, Creeper, Needles, Snakes, Being tied up, Being alone, and Tight spaces. How lovely, how perfectly lovely."
She hummed along with the song, thinking about each fear in detail.
God, I just want to get this over with.