" Shit." He grumbled shutting the door and going to his own room.He found others in his room but he pulls out his knife and the two leave quickly. He walked in laying you down on his bed and sit beside you. He checked over you to make sure you were alright and brushed a strand of (h/c) hair off your face.
" Sometimes I think your more trouble than your worth.... But then other days I can't imagine not being here with you..." You were still awake when he was saying this but you don't make a move. "If only I weren't a pasta... maybe things would have been different..."
He slid off the bed sitting in a chair facing the door. You attempt to tell him something but your already falling asleep.
You had alot of time to think while you were asleep, and you mostly were thinking about what he said. 'If only I weren't a pasta', what bullshit is that! You loved the fact he was a pasta! Heck he is the only reason you got to stay here! Another thing going through your head, what the hell does Masky put in those drinks and why the hell does it make everyone act like horny bastards?
You wake up a few hours later next to a sleeping Jeff. Your eyes widen and check over yourself before lying your eyes back on the handsome killer. You just studied the minor details about his face, like how his scar reaches a certain length on his face, or how he looks almost vulnerable while he sleeps.
He starts to wake and you sit up leaning on your hands."(y/n)? You alright?" You nod staring at the killer.
He sits up stretching showing off some of his stomach." Hey Jeff can I ask something?" He looks at you nodding."So about what you were saying yesterday....? What do you mean?"
He sighed." So you were sober enough to hear... Well... I guess now is a good enough time as any." Then he did something you never thought would happen.