"Wouldn't Gabby's, you know, be mad?" I ask Jason walking through the mass of darkness.
"Her ghost? You believe in shit like that?" He asks me smirking.
"Y-Yea. I mean, I believe in everything now, Mr. Demon sir." I narrow my eyes on him.
"We shouldn't be invading her privacy." I try again.
"What privacy? She's dead." He shoots at me.
"I-I ugh. I cannot believe we're doing this." I mumble in coherent curses.
"You're the one who wanted to do this." Jason shoots back.
"When did those words come out of my mouth?" I roll my eyes.
"Do you want to do this or not?" He asks me.
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
Jason chuckles. "Look who's catching on."
2 hours before.
"Mia wake the fuck up!" I hear a voice yell at me.
"5 more minutes mom." I whine twisting and turning.
"I'm not your fucking mom!" The voice cried again.
Not my mom?
"Dad?" I try.
"Guess again." The irritated voice spoke.
I decide open my eyes. I look around. No Mom. No dad.
"Boo." I gentle voice whispers in my ear.
"AHHHHHHHH!" I scream, and punch the intruder--Jason.
Hehe. Oops.
"What the hell Mia?" Jason says, groaning in pain in my bed.
"I though you were a burglar or, or worse." I tell him.
"Or worse huh?"
I nod.
"What kind of worse?"
"A murder?" I say
"Right."
"What time is it?" I ask groggily.
"10 pm." He mumbles yawning.
"And why are you here?" I ask.
He raises his eyebrow. "I live here."
I look down to his face as I sit down. "That's funny, I live here too."
"What a coincidence." He smirks.
"Jason!"
"Mimi!" He mocks.
"Don't call me that!" I say in frustration.
"Make me." He smirks.
"How?"
He chuckles at my question.
He pushes me back on the bed. He's on top of me, pinning my hands over my head. He gently sucks on my neck. I gasp, holding in a blush.
"How about I show you?" He smirks, kissing my nose."
"That's gross Jason. I probably have snot on my nose and sweat on my neck." I say looking up at him.
He freezes for a second.
"And that's how you kill a mood." He grumbles getting off of me.
"You know I haven't has sex in 3 entire days!" He says irritated.
I roll my eyes. "Sounds like a personal problem."
And then he growls.
"D-Did you just growl at me?" I laugh trying to breath.
"Shut up!"
"Aww, poor baby!"
"I haven't even had time for myself"
I immediately stop. "Is that what you do when you don't have sex for 3 days? Classy. " I burst out laughing again.
He just curses in response.
"So what happened?" I ask him wiping a tear away referring to the recent events that happened yesterday.
"Did I pass out again?" I groan.
"No, I knocked you out."
"Oh well good. I thought-- WHAT?!"
"Yeah, what's the problem?" He says cocking his head to the right.
"You knocking me out! That's the problem!"
"Knocking you out is the problem? The fact that I'm a Demon, isn't?"
"Well jokes on you! I'm still in denial!"
"You're a fucking retard."
"OFFENCE!" I blurt.
"Wha- never mind." He sighs. "Anyway. Let's go." He says getting off my bed.
"Go where?" I say following him out my room. My parents aren't here at this time so it's safe for him to walk around.
"We're going to Gabby's grave."
"Right, and I'm Mahatma Ghandi G." I laugh.
He looks at me with amused eyes. "You think I'm bull shitting you, don't you?"
"Sounds painful." I smile. I couldn't help it.
"Just get the fuck in the car." He grumbles, trying to hide his smile.
"When did your period start?" I mumble.
"MIA!"
"Alright, alright." I put my hands in the air on surrender.
Currently.
"Why are we here again." I whisper.
"Because I wanna look at her body."
"Oh, you're a necrophiliac." I state, nodding. "I mean it makes sense. Why else would we be here at 12 am. In a shit scary graveyard to "look" at a dead persons body?"
"A n-necrophili what?" He pales.
"You know, a person who is attracted to--"
"I know what it means!" He says embarrassed.
"Look, I just want to see how she was beaten." He glares at me with a pink tint on his cheeks.
"Didn't even bother do deny it." I chuckle.
He shoots me a deadly glare.
"So," I say changing The subject.
"There are specific ways to be beaten?" I ask.
"Yeah. Especially when demons are involved."
"You seriously think a demon did it?" I ask bewildered.
"Yeah. Or some other supernatural shit."
"Yay." I roll my eyes.
He laughs at my sarcasm. "I'm sorry." He says smiling sadly.
"Well, whatever. What's done is done." I wave my hand around.
He looks shocked. "You're not like other girls, are you?"
"Is this when I say, 'No I'm not like other girls', smirk, and we start to make out?" I ask pondering.
He looks at me shocked again. And then he bursts out laughing.
"So fucking weird Mimi."
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And that's it. Short, I'm sorry. Funny, not eventful, but funny! It'll be eventful next time though!! I kinda wanna make my some updates on "Mr. Player, Meet Me Your Wife," soon so yeah. I'll upload next week like usual, or early. Who knows. :)
Comment/ vote! And... The other thing I can't remember at this exact moment...
Burself. ;)