DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JASON, CRYSTAL LAKE, OR ANYTHING ELSE BUT MY CHARACTERS :)
Chapter 11
After I hide away the notes, I hear heavy footsteps leading to my bedroom. Turning, I find Jason in the doorway of the room, holding a note.
'Why did you want to go back for my notes?'
I shrug nervously, my face heating up, "I dunno…"
He approaches me and suddenly places the sticky note on my forehead, giggles escape my mouth as the paper sticks to me, blocking some of my vision.
I slowly peel the paper off my forehead, to see that his eyes show me he is smiling under his mask. I let out another giggle.
Placing the sticky note inside my bag, I proceed to walk to the bathroom down the hall, hearing Jason following me.
Once I get to the bathroom, I spin around and face Jason, who seems to have realized where I am heading.
"I need to shower…I feel icky…"
He responds with a nod and walks off into the house, I watch as he enters a room, probably checking for intruders.
Not planning to waste any more time, I turn around and walk into the bathroom and shut the door, not really bothering to lock it since he seems familiar with privacy.
I undress and look at my still bruised wrists; it's hard to think he is being so gentle now with me…hopefully it will stay this way…as long as I don't anger him…
Stepping into the shower, I proceed to clean myself in the warm water.
Once finished, I step out of the shower and begin drying myself.
It feels so good to be clean again…
I begin searching around for new clothes…
Oh god…did I forget to grab new clothes…? Great…if Jason is out there it's going to be awkward…
Slowly opening the door, I peek out into the hallway, Jason is nowhere in sight. Whew…
Slipping through the door, I make my way to my room swiftly, the towel wrapped around me.
Once I enter the bedroom I immediately turn around and shut the door and lock it. I really don't want him walking in on me…even if he has seen hundreds of naked bodies…I don't want mine to be added to his history.
Turning around I slam straight into a wall.
…but this wall is kind of soft…
…muscly…feels like a shirt…
Backing up, my eyes slowly rise up this 'wall', taking in the black, torn and tattered shirt in front of me, bordered by a thick, raggy, tattered and torn 'jacket'.
Taking in these familiar pieces of clothing, my mind wraps around the fact I just ran into Jason's chest…
Looking up at his hockey mask and brown eyes behind the mask looking down at me guarantees my suspicions.
My eyes widen like saucers in pure surprise and a hint of fear at the sight, making me instinctively back up against the door, my mouth agape.
He tilts his head slowly at my reaction, not seeing much of a problem in this situation.
His head-tilt looks so adorable, my gaping mouth slowly forms into a smile at the sight as I let out a giggle.
"H-hi Jason…" I say between giggles.
He slowly tilts his head back to its normal position, seeming to be eyeing my hair now, which is perfectly straight down my back and slightly dripping onto the towel it lies on. My black hair slightly shining in the light due to being drenched as well.
I slowly move away and to the dressers in the room, which my clothes remain in, I begin my search for new clean clothes to wear this afternoon.
Jason observes me as I rummage through my clothing, also peeking at what clothes I have stored in the dresser.
Pulling out a pair of sweat pants and a tshirt, bra and underwear, I look at him, hiding the bra and underwear between my shirt and pants.
He seems to have gotten the message and leaves the room after unlocking it.
Swiftly I dress into my new clean clothes.
Once finished, I exit the room to find Jason waiting outside the room for me.
"Come on, I wanna show you how real food tastes." I state, giggling.
We both head downstairs and to the kitchen.
I look around for a cookbook or something I could look off of and cook with the food stored in the house, which is a lot of food to be honest.
I find a cookbook and skim through the pages and show him a few pictures of food that I could cook, one picture being a variety of egg foods (dippy, scrambled, omelets, etc.), another picture showing a variety of cookies, and a few other pictures of different types of pasta.
He looks at the pictures with a confused look, as if thinking 'what am I supposed to do here? I have no idea what most of these even taste like…'
I pull the pictures back and look at them myself. Maybe I could surprise him with something…
He seems like he would probably be familiar with eggs…so maybe I could stick with eggs? And add a few sausages and toast with it? Sure I will go with that, and maybe I can cook cookies later.
Smiling to myself, I begin cooking, Jason watching closely at my work as it progresses.
Once I finish, I give Jason his plate and place my plate on the table and sit down.
"You can leave the room if you want, if it makes you more comfortable to eat alone." I tell him, smiling.
He nods and leaves the room.
I begin eating, pretty surprised at how nice everything turned out. I made sure to make his perfect so he will enjoy it, hopefully more than he enjoys his meals he has been eating 90% of his life.
Once I finish, I begin cleaning up my plate and all the dishes created during this cooking process.
I finish, Jason still hasn't come back…I've been done for a while…I even had enough time to completely clean everything up and he is still not done. Maybe his eggs ate him?
A giggle escapes my throat at the thought of that.
Just as I finish giggling he comes into the room, I take his plate, which is now completely empty. I smile, "Did you like it?"
He nods.
"More than cooked squirrel?"
He looks away from me, turning his head away slightly as well, he slowly nods.
"Yay!" I laugh and go and clean his plate.
Jason likes eggs, sausages and toast. XD Still going with updating almost every day! And I'm loving it! But I really wish more people will review…so I don't feel so lonely…
Jason: *Nudges me*
Yea I do have you, Jason :)
Jason: *smiles under his mask*