Everything belongs to their repectiful owners.

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Elvira collapsed on her bed, sighing heavily. It had been two weeks since she last saw Jeff, and for whatever, ungodly reason, the girl was beginning to miss him. It wasn't like she enjoyed his company or anything (she thought that she didn't enjoy it, but maybe the feeling she was having could be proving her wrong), it was just that he would always randomly pop into her life. The blond closed her eyes, trying to think of the total number of times in which the killer had popped into her life... One, back a little over three and a half months ago... she thought. Two, a little over two weeks ago... Three, mere minutes after two... And four... exactly two weeks ago... She groaned. Four times... Three of them in which he tried to kill me... What's wrong with me...? She grabbed her pillow and smacked herself with it in agitation. Snap. Out. Of. It. ELVIRA!

"Having a mental breakdown there?" smirked a voice. It took everything in the girl to not jump. "Aaw, not jumping this time? You're no fun anymore."

The blond pulled her pillow from her face. "It's been a while, Jeff... That, and, no offense, but I was kind of expecting you to show up again at any time..."

"Really?" Jeff questioned, a frown pulling at his lips. He cringed slightly when he remembered the carved slits that he had cut himself. So, as to not harm himself, the male settled for drawing his brows together in annoyance. "Why is that?"

"Well... This makes for our fifth encounter so far..." Elvira informed him. "Which, by the way, I love how this encounter isn't involving my murder so far."

"Haha. That was so funny that I forgot to laugh," Jeff told her sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He plopped on the bed beside the girl, grabbing the blanket that was bunched up beside him. He tossed it over his face, sighing to himself. "I can't sleep."

"I would think that with no eyelids, it would be hard to sleep..." pointed out Elvira, fully intent of reminding the male that he was the one who did it to himself. Rubbing salt into the wound as one would say. She moved so that she was laying properly on the bed. "Now, can I please have my blanket for a moment? I want to be able to sleep tonight... And if you try to kill me, I'll wake up with the full intention of taking your ass out with the one good arm I have." Given her blanket, the girl draped it over herself, curling up into it and tucking herself in. "If you turn out the lights, I'll be willing to share the blanket... But fair warning, I'm a blanket hog."

Jeff grumbled something incoherent as he stood, walking over and turning off the lights in the room. He returned to the bed, slipping off his shoes and his white hoodie. Tossing both to the side, he crawled into the bed with the girl, noting that she naturally pressed herself up against the wall. The noirette lifted the blanket and curled up beside the girl, his groin pressed against her back side, his legs tangled loosely with her own, one arm wrapped around her, and the other arm tucked under his head. His forehead was against the girl's back. "Loosen up a bit, will ya? My knife is in my hoodie and my hoodie is half way across the room..." He started to feel the blond relax a bit, but it wasn't enough... "It would be too much of a hassle to get up when I'm comfortable."

Elvira forced herself to relax. If Jeff had intended on killing her, he probably would have done so already... At least, that was her reasoning. It was just strange for her to have someone sleeping behind her so close to her body, much less have that someone be a male. She tried not to think about how close his groin was to her backside, instead focusing on trying to get some sleep. Having a killer behind her, oddly enough, seemed to calm the girl a bit. How that was even possible, she wouldn't know. Not now, not ever.

"What's your name, anyways?"

The blond sighed softly. He had the most wonderful timing, seeing as to how he asked the question just as she was about to fall asleep. "It's Elvira... Elvira Ayers..." she murmured softly. "Now get some sleep..."

Jeff lightly nodded his head against the girl's back. "Night, Elvira," he said quietly. When she didn't reply, he assumed it was because she had fallen asleep. Something of which he would soon join her in doing.

It had been a few hours, but something startled Jeff into waking up. Elvira was missing from the bed. Looking around, he saw her digging through her brown 'n' green backpack. "What are you doing...?" he asked her a bit groggily. He was met with a jolt shooting through the girl and a startled look. She soon enough relaxed, though.

"I thought I had heard something and it woke me up. I checked and it was just thunder before the storm..." Elvira explained softly. "I couldn't get back to sleep, though, so I got out of bed in search of one of my books that I'm reading..."

"Well... Get back in bed. You'll have to turn on the lights to read and I can only sleep in darkness, thank you..." grumbled Jeff. He took over the girl's spot in the bed, finding it to be surprisingly warm and comfortable. He pulled the blanket up invitingly. "Sleep. Now. No books. Books are bad for sleeping."

Elvira rolled her eyes, grabbing a book from her backpack along with a reading light. She then returned to the bed, laying down beside Jeff. "Fine. If I wake up again, though, I will be reading, whether you like it or not." She sat the book and light down delicately on the futon bedding itself, pressing herself delicately into the male. The whole spooning idea was going to make her have bad thoughts all day the next day, she knew that for a fact. She felt the noirette wrap his arm around her protectively, something that relaxed her. Nuzzling back into the male, she sighed. "You're warm..." she whispered.

"You are, too," Jeff murmured softly into her back. He didn't dare say how he thought their bodies fit each other just right. He kept that wonderful piece of information to himself. "This is probably the most comfortable sleep I've had in years..."

"You saying that I'm comfy?" teased Elvira, closing her azure eyes. She was met with a small nod against her back. She couldn't help the tiny smile that etched itself into her features. "I'll take that as a compliment, then..."

"Good... Cause I might come and stay the night here more often..." murmured Jeff. He normally slept in the houses of his victims, but he was getting tired of the constant changing. One person's house would have overly comfy beds whereas another person's house would have insanely stiff beds. None of the beds before felt nearly as good as the one that he was currently in. But then again, none of the bed before had a certain girl in them in which he could hold and leach heat from. A certain girl who managed to pin him down and steal his knife before. A certain girl with a still busted, but no longer in a sling (it was in a cast now), arm. A certain girl with dark thoughts and an over protective mother. He pulled the girl a little tighter to himself. He probably had himself to blame for her mother... If he had left Elvira alone, her life would have been normal, and her mother wouldn't have been insanely over protective.

Oh, well. What was the French saying? Ca va sans dire? No... C'est la vie? Close enough.

"You can't make any attempts at my life, then," Elvira told him.

Jeff frowned slightly before cringing again. Right. Cut cheeks. Got to remember that. He thought about it for a few minutes. He didn't really have a reason for killing the girl... Plus, she made him feel something that felt... Good. And that something that felt good was a good enough reason for him to not kill her, he supposed. At least until he figured out what the feeling he had was called. "Fine," he grumbled softly. "I won't try to kill you again..."

Elvira hummed slightly in acknowledgement. That was a good enough answer for her. She would have made him do something childish such as pinky swear or something else, but she was in too much of a comfortable position to do so. "Get some sleep, now, Jeff..." she whispered softly. "I have school in the morning..."

"Will your mom be home before you get on the bus?"

"No. Why?"

"I'll make sure you get on the bus on the morning..."

"Are you sure...?"

"Hm..."

"Well... Thank you, then..."

"Go to sleep."

For the first time that he said that to Elvira, it sounded genuine and welcoming. So, go to sleep the blond girl did, intent on sleeping and staying asleep until the morning. Waking up a few hours later, she sat up and stretched. "Huh..." she frowned softly to herself as she rubbed her eyes. "Jeff is missing..." She looked around, finding that the male's hoodie and shoes were just were he left them the night before. "Maybe he's in the bathroom or something..." Checking her phone, she yawned. "Now, why am I up an hour earlier than usual...?"

A light knock came to the door before a certain black haired male peaked his head in. "I made you some breakfast," he informed the girl.

That woke up Elvira.

Getting up and dressed in school clothes, she hurried out to the kitchen to find that Jeff had, indeed, made breakfast. Toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon...! With a cup of apple juice, too! The blond looked at Jeff in amazement. "You made all of this?" she asked the obvious.

"Of course," snorted Jeff. "What did you think I eat? Human hearts or something? No thank you. I like my normal people food." He shook his head and snagged one of the pieces of toast that he had made for the girl and ate it happily. Granted, he rarely had the chance to make breakfast for, well, breakfast, but he did still make it every now and again.

"I guess even crazy people don't really eat crazy people food," mused Elvira.

"Don't make me steal half of your eggs."

"Go ahead and have them, Jeff. You made the meal, after all..."

Jeff looked at the girl with a startled look in his eyes. He then relaxed and poked her on the nose. "I'll eat whatever you leave me to eat," he told her. Met with a nod, he leaned back against the counter, watching her as she ate the meal that he had made. "So... What do you think of it?"

"It's delicious," beamed the girl. "I certainly wouldn't mind waking up to this every other morning, that's for sure~!"

"That can be arranged..."

"I don't think that I could burden you in such a way," Elvira told him. "I mean, you obviously have other things to do."

"Like killing people that piss me off."

"Exactly."

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~Elvira