[Jeff's POV]

     By the time we got home, I had spent around 48 hours without sleep, so I crashed onto my bed as Y/N hovered about to her heart's content. I felt myself sigh, comfortably falling asleep after throwing my hoodie into a random corner of my room.

[Your POV]

     I gasped as something hit my back. Looking over, it was a mix of red, reddish pink, and faded white. Pulling a hand up to the object, I identified it as Jeff's hoodie. The thing was filthy! I went to his closet and pulled out all of his hoodies, piling them up in my arms. I flew into the bathroom connected to his room, understanding that a washing machine would never get blood this old out. Thank God he had soap to wash these with.

I got to work, relentlessly scrubbing the hoodies until every trace and scent of blood was replaced with the scent of whatever soap I had used. I brought a hoodie to my face and sniffed it.

"Elder Spice... So even psycho murderers know Elder Spice is better than Hatchet."

I heard someone yell-

"H-HATCHET IS A-ALWAYS BETTER, DISEMB-BODIED VOICE!!"

I yelled back-

"YEAH, AND I'M SANTA CLAUS!"

There was a gasp.

"SANTA?!? CAN I H-HAVE A NEW H-HATCHET FOR CHRISTMAS, S-SANTA?!"

I giggled.

"SURE!"

He yelled back-

"THANKS, S-SANTA! I LOVE Y-YOU!"

Then another voice pitched in-

"TOBY! SHUT UP!"

Then there was a scoff.

"JEEZ, M-MASKY! DON'T BE SUCH A BUM!"

Then there was a slap like noise, and I faintly heard-

"O-okay I'll s-shut up..."

I giggled to myself, and felt the soft material of the hoodies between my fingers. They had just dried, and I found myself urged to put one on. And so I did. Jeff wouldn't mind, would he? Not like he could do anything, I could just disappear. I pulled on a hoodie, and instead of a ghost-hoodie appearing, the one I had grabbed came up with my hand.

"Woah! Ghost magic!"

I flew back into Jeff's room, and seeing him asleep made me think of how tired I was. I don't need to sleep, probably, but I knew I could. I settled down as far away from Jeff on the bed as possible, and eventually fell asleep after gently placing the blanket over Jeff's half-naked body. That skinny psycho sleeps with nothing but his pants on. Like.. AT LEAST WEAR A TANK TOP IF YOU KNOW A GIRL YOU AREN'T IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH IS GONNA BE IN THE SAME ROOM THE WHOLE TIME, GOD MAN! And with that little vent set aside, I fell asleep.

[Jeff's POV]

I sighed, and rolled over. Which resulted in myself getting stabbed in the stomach. I jolted awake, and noticed Y/N asleep on the same bed, with her ghost-knee thing somehow planted in my stomach. No, it didn't just go through. It actually hurt. I pushed her off the bed, and she woke up.

"What was that for?"

I smirked.

"For kneeing me. And for trying to sleep with me."

I burst out laughing as she blushed.

"I-I'M SORRY!"

I looked at her for a second.

"Is that my hoodie?"

She giggled.

"Yeah. Washed them for ya."

I glared.

"YOU DID WHAT?!?"

She stared.

"Cleaned them..?"

I pouted.

"THOSE HAD SPECIAL MEMORIES!!"

Y/N stuttered.

"I-I'm s-so sorry!!"

I rolled over.

"I was joking. I'm going back to bed."

[Chapter End]