*WARNING*

THIS IS AN OLD STORY! IT IS CRINGY AS H E L L

Wow. Before I made a part two, there were over 5000 words on here.....wow.

Word Count: 5429
Length: Long
Time took: 2 Weeks. . .
Rating: 1/5

HEY YOU! How was your day? Before you read this, please help yourself to a cookie, hot chocolate, and an endless supply of anime Michael Myers.

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Reader POV

A lovely time of year it is. Christmas; a holiday you wouldn't expect killers to celebrate. Well, some don't, at least. Like me. I absolutely hate the thought of giving random shit to people who don't deserve it. What the hell did they ever give to me? That's pretty much why I never get anything for Christmas, come to think of it.

Except for some secret admirer. Every Christmas, I'd find a gift with my name on it. No one ever said it was them, and I somehow never figured out who left the gifts. I tried finding out who, but to no avail.

I rolled my eyes at Leatherface's enthusiasm for this holiday. He was always excited for people to see his present, which was either an organ with a cut in words or a weapon. I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Where is Jason?" I asked, annoyance in my voice. "In his room," Pinhead answered. I growled, standing up. "Why the fuck is that crackhead taking so long?" I asked, glaring at the stairs. I took out my large kitchen knife, having the urge to stab him if he didn't show up soon.

Chucky rolled his eye, saying, "Just fucking wait, you bitch. I'm tired of your fucking complaining." My eye twitched as I turned to face the doll.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" I asked, walking in front of the doll quickly. He just scoffed, thinking about the last time he said things about you. You almost killed him.
"That's what I thought," you mumbled as you walked away, and up the stairs.

((Oh, my gods. . . That was cringy. .))

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Jason POV

I fought the urge to go downstairs. Especially since Y/N was....admittedly terrifying. At least, for me. The others seemed okay around her, though I always avoided her. Even if I was stronger and larger than her.

When she walked into a room, I would leave, no matter what. When she walked over to me, I would pretend that I had to go somewhere. The reason why I do this isn't only because I fear her, but because I developed... feelings for her.

I sat on my bloody bed, fiddling with my machete. It somehow calmed me. A small, calm smirk appeared on my face as I took a deep breath. Earlier, I set a gift for Y/N in the Living Room. Luckily, no one was around when I did it.

I chucked calmly, thinking of her reaction.
Odd that this H/C haired, E/C-eyed girl made me feel normal and human, right?
I don't know why I found her attractive, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Everything about her was... perfect~ . . .

Suddenly, loud banging on my door erupted. "Hurry up, dumbass!!" Y/N yelled, obviously pissed. I jumped, fear and worry absorbing my calmness. I rushed over to the door, not wanting to make Y/N anymore pissed. I open to reveal a furious H/C haired girl. I shuddered on her dark appearance.

She rolled her eyes sassily and grabbed my arm, creating light blush to appear across my face. She pulled me downstairs quickly. I gulped, worried if she was going to yell at me again. We got downstairs, and she walked me into the Living Room, then shoved me down.

I fell but got back up quickly. Y/N sat on the couch after throwing Chucky off. Chucky flipped her off without her looking before finding another seat.
I sighed silently and sat on the ground next to Y/N. She flicked my head, though I didn't react, or even feel much. The somehow happiest of the group, Leatherface, walked over to one of the presents.

"Why the hell we even do this...? I feel like a child...." Y/N mumbled. Leatherface walked over to Pinhead. He had a few gifts in his grasp.

-------Timeskip-------

After Leatherface handed out all the gifts, Y/N stood up. She smirked darkly, and I looked at her like a younger sibling admiring and inspired by their older sibling. Blush spread across my face as she walked out of the room. Well, she was going to.

Leatherface grabbed her shoulder, so she turned. Leatherface handed her a gift, saying, "Looks like I found another one!" Y/N blushed noticeably, as every gift I gave her showed signs of affection.

Chucky scoffed. "Who the hell loves her so much in here? And to always get her something so expensive? Damn..." Freddy mumbled. Pinhead smiled emotionlessly.

Y/N took the gift and opened it. I could tell she was flustered and embarrassed, as she was shaking, blushing madly, and sweating out of nervousness. I felt my heart pound against my chest as if I were human. Of course, I was nervous, as I was shaking and becoming hot.

Y/N tore off the small amount of wrapping paper and stared at the small, dark box. She opened it, revealing a pure silver heart-locket.

Mother gave me the locket and a picture to put in it. I couldn't thank Mother enough. . .

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Y/N POV

I was shaking drastically, becoming a blushing mess. I hate to admit it, but this was heart-shaped locket was beautiful! I felt like I was dying on the inside from it's beauty.
I death glared at everyone in the room, a Tsundere look on my face.

"Who did it?! Who is g-giving me these gifts!?" I yelled out of frustration and anticipation. I had to know at this point. Whoever it was, was deeply in love with me. A dog I have in my room was an F/D/T [Favorite Dog Type], named D/N, was given to me last year by this person.

It annoyed me that they never signed their name on the gifts.
Freddy shrugged, as did most of them. I looked at Jason, who I realized was silent and deep in thought. He seemed flustered. Leatherface smirked, which I could but his mask moving up slightly, and said, "Open it! I want to see what's inside!"

I scoffed and pushed him away forcefully, causing him to stumble. I opened up the locket slowly, then saw slightly dirty paper folded inside. I took out the paper, then blushed deeply when I saw a picture inside.
Suddenly, memories flooded into my mind. . . . . .

"Come on, Jason! Don't keep me waiting!" The little girl yelled at her best friend, Jason, with a sweet smile. Jason laughed as he ran over to her. The boy was deformed facially, sure, but the little girl didn't mind. Her name was Y/N; she was the 7-year-old friend of Jason, who was the same age. They were friends since infants and knew each other since their Mom's were friends.

At the moment, Jason's Mom took them to the park, and Y/N was showing Jason her "skills" on the monkey bars.
"Watch this!" Y/N said happily as she climbed on the top of the monkey bars and sitting on it. She smiled at Jason from above.

"Wow, Y/N! That's cool!" He smiled in awe. Y/N chuckled and tried climbing down, but ended up falling. She yelped as she hit the ground, and felt a sudden pain. Tears filled her eyes as she fought the urge to cry. Jason gasped and wrapped his arms around her, asking if she was okay. Y/N sniffed as Mrs. Voorhees, otherwise known as Pamela, ran over and asked what happened.

After Y/N felt better, which was by the time they left the park and went to Jason's house, she started playing with him again. They went into his room and played with action figures and Barbies for a while.

Y/N grew tired and yawned, resting her head on Jason. She blushed slightly when Jason wrapped his arms around her. "Jason. . . I want to confess to something," Y/N stuttered shyly. Jason hummed in response, "Hmm? What is it?"

"I. . . Have a crush on you...." She said shyly, blush spreading across her face, along with Jason's. Jason smiled; "I have a crush on you too!" Y/N's face brightened.

"R-Really!? That makes us boyfriend and girlfriend, right!?" She asked excitedly. Jason nodded, unsure. "I guess. . . ?"

Y/N and Jason talked for a while before falling asleep, hugging. Mrs. Voorhees smiled at them, along with Mrs. L/N once she came to pick up Y/N and took a monochrome picture. Even if Jason was deformed, he was beautiful in Y/N's eyes.

Y/N cried as she heard that Jason had drowned. She wanted to murder the kids and the two teenagers. She didn't know what it meant to have sex, which she heard her Mom, M/N, and Mrs. Pamela said the counselors had.

She became deeply depressed when Mrs. Palma was caught killing the two teenagers a year later. It made Y/N stronger as she grew older.

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I breathed heavy as I saw the picture of me and Jason hugging when we were 7. My heart stopped, but was racing at the same time. I was shaking as I felt like I was going to cry, though I didn't.
I unfolded the paper and read the poem.

I recognized it to be an old poem Jason wrote for me when we were 7 before I confessed my love for him. It hurt my soul deeply. . .

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I'm sorry for keeping this away for so long,
But I feel now, the time has come
I can't think you as only a friend any longer,
And I can't think of you view me as a brother,
As you recently become my one and only lover

I hope you feel the same way, too,
And when I say this, it is true,
I do deeply,
Love you

-Jason Voorhees

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I stared at the note. I couldn't help but think about all the things I've done to him since I've got here. I hurt him physically, mentally, and emotionally. I suddenly felt awful for all I've done. But. . . I wasn't going to . . .

I took a deep breath and chuckled darkly. "H....h...ow......u-unexpected....." I mumbled. Leatherface tried taking the paper out of my hands, though I punched him forcefully, annoyed by his happiness.

"Who is it from already!? I'm tired of waiting," someone asked.

Be prepared for sadness and heartbreaking. Though, she will change! Promise!

Even if I loved the locket, I didn't feel the same way for him. I chuckled darkly, thinking, 'Pathetic.' It's no wonder people hated me; I was completely unsympathetic and uncaring. Or so, we thought.

"Just someone too pathetic to show their real self, and express themselves," I answered as I sat on the couch. "And who is that?" Pinhead asked. I smiled and glanced at Jason.

I didn't know why, but I swore I felt my heart break as I did this. Though, I couldn't show it. It would be weak, right?

"Next time, deformed, don't hide things from me," I said, venom in my words. I swear I felt Jason have intense sadness. I shrugged it off, or at least tried.
Micheal stood up and left, and Jason did the same.

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Jason POV

"I..knew I-I shouldn't have done it, Mom...Why did... you make me..?" I asked my Mother while I went to my room. She sighed sadly.

'I didn't think this would happen, sweety!' She said sadly in defense. It felt my non-existent soul was breaking. Depression, people call it. Intense sadness and a mental illness. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

Though, it wasn't just sadness; it was also hatred. After giving her many things she used daily and loves, I get this.

'Maybe, dear. Maybe she would realize you aren't to be messed with if you were to... Show her all the pain she made you feel. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.' I smiled at her suggestion and nodded.

"Okay, Mom. Let's....start with....D/N," I said. Knowing that this H/C haired brat wasn't in her room, I grabbed my machete and walked out of my room.
I opened the door to Y/N's room and saw the dog on the floor. I walked over to it and pet it, making it...purr? Can dogs even purr? I brushed it off as it closed its eyes, which was my cue to slit its throat. And I did so with ease.

Blood squirted on me but I didn't mind. I walked back into my room and waited for Y/N to see her dead dog lying on the ground, lifeless. Blood staining the carpet.

-------Timeskip-------

I heard a scream come from Y/N, causing a small smirk to appear. I came out of my room to see a few do the same. Y/N ran to her dead dog and held him in her arms. She turned towards us.

"Who did it!?" She screamed, tears noticeably in her eyes. Ghostface, or Billy, covered his mouth in shock, but was smiling. "Oh, shit," Freddy said, smirking slightly. Y/N turned towards Freddy and Ghostface.

"Was it you assholes!?" She yelled/asked. Ghostface shook his head slightly, still in a shocked state.
"Just why the fuck would I care about your damn dog, Y/N?" Freddy asked, cocking his head slightly.

-------Reader POV-------

After staying up with Freddy and Billy for a while, we all got tired and went to our rooms. As I opened the door and screamed, tears forming in my eyes. I heard people walk into the hallway. I felt my heart drop as I ran into my now dead dog, D/N. I cried as I picked him up.

"Who did it!?" I cried loudly, glaring at them. Ghostface covered his smile and Freddy chuckled. It's been years since I last cried, so this was new to them. I walked out of my room with D/N in my arms. I glared at Freddy and Billy.

"Was it you assholes!?" I screamed. Billy slowly shook his head, in shock. Freddy rolled his eyes and smirked larger.
"Why the fuck would I care about your damn dog, Y/N?" Freddy asked. I considered this.

Suddenly, a flash of realization sparked in my mind. I dropped D/N and glared at Jason with teary eyes.

"YOU!" I yelled as I stared at him. He didn't even react. Billy got out a camera and started videotaping, while gathered around with interest. Jason just stared at me with emotionless eyes.

"Karma is a bitch...isn't it," He stated while shrugging. My mouth gaped open as my eyes widened to his practical confession.
"You motherfucker!" I yelled as I whipped out my knife and charge at him. Though, he was able to grab my arm as I swung at him, then threw me into the wall. I cringed at the sound of what sounded like my wrist breaking, as it had hit the wall hard.

I like a wet, cold piece of metal touch my throat roughly, and felt a cut form on my neck.
"Fuck with me again....and you die...." Jason whispered into my ear. I growled, not giving up easily. I kicked him, causing him to stumble back. I slashed mt large knife at him, to which he grabbed.

His hand started bleeding, but he paid no mind to it. I pulled my knife from his grip, cutting his hand deeper. I wiped my tears away as he just stood there. No, it. It just stood there.
((Get the reference? I love you even more if you do >^v•<))

I rolled his eyes at his lack of movement, so I swung my knife at him again. He grabbed my arm and threw me over his shoulder, slamming me against the floor.

"You really aren't that strong...Y/N. I wonder....why I....feared you....." Jason said quietly. Ghostface chuckled at the scene, and Freddy and Chucky whistled and what not. I growled, standing up.

-------Time-skip-------

This fight lasted about a half hour. In the end, Jason won. To people's surprise, I changed after this. Jason pushed me around, acting like a school bully to me. Jason did it for revenge, some did it because they hated me, others did it for the fun of it. After all this time, depression built up inside of me, and major guilt. Even if it has been a year since the incident. It resulted in me losing my locket. He snatched it roughly, breaking it.

I really was an asshole, wasn't I. I chuckled, staring at myself in the mirror in my bathroom. I remembered how I used to look like the one edgy, emo kid no one wanted to be around. Now, I'm just the hated, shamed, goth kid people wanted to kill.

There was no word describing how much I wanted to say sorry, to die. After harrassment from people, small amounts of abuse, and threats, I learned not to act like my old self. I wasn't happy with me now or then.

I sighed, looking at my now very messy, long H/C hair, dull E/C eyes, and pale skin. It's been a long time since I went out for a kill. I stayed inside a lot.
I wore a black turtle-neck sweater with dark grey stripes. Black leggings, and black boots.

While in other parts of the house other than my room, I was told to kill myself. And that I decided to do. I chuckled sadly as tears rolled down my face. I grabbed my knife from the counter, I slid on to the ground, leaning against the counter. I pulled my knees up to my chest.

I placed the knife on my wrist, taking a deep breath. There were already scars, all from different times. I quickly cut deep into my skin. I breathed between clenched teeth to hold back the tears and pain. I didn't mind if I was going to die on Christmas Eve, after all.

Blood spilled non-stop. I quickly added two more cuts on either wrists. I felt life fade as I rested my head on my knees. I watched the blood pole around me grow as black spots filled my vision. Finally, I would make people happy for the first time. . . . . .
It didn't work.

-------Timeskip-------

I awoke with a jolt, breathing heavy, and looked at the room around me. I was...alive, in the basement. Jason. Jason was there. So were a few others. Surrounding me. Surrounding me on this bed.

With tear-filled eyes, I growled, "How am I alive?" I looked at my bandaged wrists, seeing blood stains. Jason held my shoulder as to comfort me. I let him.

Apparently, Jason went to give me dinner but had heard crying. He broke down my door, as it was locked, and picked me up. He ran downstairs with me in his arms and got help. I didn't believe their words when they said sorry for the way they acted. Especially Jason.

After they apologized, I chuckled sadly. "Why apologize? Did I n-not deserve i-it?" I stuttered.

"You did somewhat," Pinhead said. "But not to the point of self-harm and suicide." I looked at the ground, not wanting to get up. Not that I could sense people told me I had to stay there. In the basement.

I was forced to interact with people. I was carried by Jason into the Living Room, as it was Christmas. Jason set me down on the couch and sat next to me. I noticed that there were more presents this year.

Shrugging it off, I looked down at the ground. Jason held my shoulder in a comforting way as I turned towards him. I tensed at his touch, but smiled at him. He smiled back due to his mask barely rising.

He removed his hand and I lied back, trying to feel relaxed after a very long time.

Once everyone got into the Living Room, Leatherface and Pennywise started hanging out presents. It took a long time as usual, and once everyone got their gifts, there were a whole lot more. I wondered why. . .

Leatherface and Pennywise grabbed a few gifts and walked over to me with s smile. I was shocked when they softly gave the gifts to me, then grabbed more. They gave those gifts to me.

Still shocked as a bunch of presents came over, I read the names of who it was from. Tears formed in my eyes. Why did they. . . ? I don't deserve them! Why now!? As the last of the gifts were handed to me, Leatherface and Pennywise sat down.

I shakingly opened the gift from Ghostface, or Billy, causing him to squeal in excitement. I ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the box to the gift. Inside was knife collection, as I always loved knives. Kinda like Micheal. I thanked Billy.

Opening a gift from Predator, I received many kinds of knives and guns. Of course, they were futuristic-like, so I had no idea how to use them. I thanked Predator with a nod.

After opening every gift and thanking everyone, I was...happy? Somehow. I was happy. I didn't understand why I couldn't think about how I didn't deserve the gifts, but I didn't mind, either.

Jason was the only I didn't receive a gift from, and I noticed a small box under the tree still. I hated being watched, like I was the ENTIRE TIME, so I was afraid to get up. Throughout this past year, I've gotten too much anxiety to do anything.

Pennywise looked to where I was staring and smiled widely. He picked u the gift and handed into me. I smiled at him as a way to thank him.

It was from Jason. I ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside was the same heart locket. I smiled at it and took out the locket, dropping the box onto the ground.
I opened the locket, but found no pictures or notes. I frowned. Jason noticed, but shrugged it off, I'm guessing. I looked up at Jason with a kind smile and mouthed 'Thank you, dear.'

His mask raised, indicating that he was smiling.
After all that, I grabbed my gifts and carried it into my room, though I needed help from Jason. We set the items in the corner of my room near the door. Suddenly, I heard something move. I looked back at Jason a fearful expression, as I lost a lot of courage the past year.

He held my shoulder in a comforting way before bringing his face near my ear.
"You should get it....this time," he whispered before moving back. I gulped and cautiously walked over to the noise. Suddenly, something jumped at me. I yelped and fell back as it landed on top of me. I looked at, then finally realized it was a F/D/T dog with D/C [Dog Color] fur! It had large, sparkling D/E/C [Dog Eye Color] eyes.

My eyes sparkled as I sat up and hugged the dog. I stood up and ran over to Jason, tackle-hugging him. He stumbled, but hugged back. I mumbled the words 'thank you' over and over again. He pat my back and let go.
"Wh-what should I call her/him?" I asked Jason. Jason shrugged. Suddenly, a good name popped into my head.

"What about. . . D/N?" I suggested. Jason smiled and nodded.

-------Timeskip-------

Me and Jason became great friends after all this. My anxiety and depression have gone away, and Jason helped me start killing again. I started wearing my old clothing again to make me look intimating.

Though, after all this time... I believe I started developing feelings for Jason. I wasn't sure, though. Of course, I tried my best to be perfect around him. O did my best to not break things or look stupid. Definitely tried not to act stupid.

Now, it's June 12, the day before Jason's birthday. I didn't know what to get him, and the frustration got the best of me. I couldn't ask him what he wanted, or he'll know. And I couldn't show up empty handed, or he'll hate me.

I started rage crying in my room; punching things and yelling at myself in my thoughts. And seeing as how everyone else seemed to have something didn't help.

Then, the perfect gift popped up in my head. If I were to confess. But, if he doesn't feel the same way, then I'm fucked ((Not that you wouldn't be if he felt the same way (;)).

I took a deep breath and walked out of my room. The heart locket had a music box in it, kinda like Chara's from Undertale. My locket quietly played as I walked downstairs and went to Pinhead.

I asked Pinhead about what I should get him, and he said to just confess. After all this, I went to sleep with D/N by my side.
Finally, it was the day. I woke up, took a shower, and got dressed. I wore:

((Change whatever you'd like! Or wear something else! ^^))

I was overly excited about this event, somehow. And I wasn't afraid to admit it. I laughed excitedly as I slid down the railing of the stairs. By the time I was at the bottom of the stairs, I jumped off. Landing on the ground, I ran into the kitchen.

So what if it was 5 in the morning? I needed time to make and decorate a cake, after all!

It took 3 hours, but it was worth it in the end. Some people were up and watching TV or doing something else, but I was alone in the kitchen. Of course, I took a small break from the cake to cook breakfast for people. I made pancakes and smoothes to people's surprise.

By 8:10 AM, the cake was done. Usually the Slashers wake up around 9, luckily. I admired the cake once I finished.

((This is the cake! Though, replace the plant with a knife!))

I grabbed the cake and ran outside, where I had an abandoned cabin at. I threatened to kill anyone who didn't participate in Jason's party. It took many death threats before everyone got him a gift and help out with the party.

In the cabin there was many decorations and food and drink. I set the cake on the main table. The other tables held food and drink, and one had a bunch if gifts on it. I sighed and looked at my phone to check the time. It was 8:21 AM. I decided to spend 30 minutes cleaning up the cabin before leaving.

I checked the time as I entered the mansion-like house and walked upstairs. My phone read 8:56AM. Almost everyone was up. Freddy and Jason weren't up, though.

I banged on Freddy's door loudly, yelling, "Wake the fuck up, dammit!" He growled and slammed open the door, glaring at me intensely.
"What the fuck do you want?" He asked, sounding pissed off. I scowled. "For the fucking party, dammit. I'm not gonna wait for your sorry ass, either!" I yelled back, glaring into his soul. He rolled his eyes.

"How the fuck did I let you drag me into your love life...?" He mumbled before shutting door to get ready. I rolled my eyes as I walked to Jason's door. A smile and blush appeared on my face as I knocked softly on his door.

I hear shuffling before the door opens, revealing Jason. I smiled wider and hugged him tightly, could ng him to tense. He hugged back nontheless. I let go and grabbed his hand, seeing as how he was already dressed. I pulled him downstairs while giggling in excitement.

He chuckled as we got down the stairs. "What's......w-with the....excitement....?" He asked, confusion in his voice. I hugged him again in unexpected excitement.

He chuckled silently as he hugged back. We let go and I took his hand before running into the kitchen. I smiled brightly as I pushed a chair out for him. "Sit!" I ordered cutely. He chuckled again and sat down, watching my every move.

I ran to the counter and grabbed a tray of food, which contains warm pancakes and a drink. A set the tray in front of him before sitting in the chair next to him. He smiled at me before lifting his mask to his nose and eating. I could see his smile, which made me smile too.

Once he finished, I put the dishes in the sink. He got up and I took his hand again. I ran outside this time, and towards the cabin. He seemed hesitant for whatever reason.

"Cover your eyes~" I said as he did so. I could tell because his mask was off, which he would do around me. I slowly opened the door to the cabin and led him inside. A burst of excitement ignited inside me as I whispered for him to open his eyes.

Once he saw the other Slashers, he quickly put his mask on, as he was embarrassed. I smiled at his shyness; though I couldn't blame him. He was made fun if for his looks, and even I did. Sadness absorbed my emotions, making my edgy personality come back.

I remember telling them to not say a word to tick him off, or I'd slit their throat in there sleep, which I may have done to a Slasher or two before~.

-------Timeskip-------

After the party ended, me and Jason went on a walk together. It was around 1:00AM for sure, but I didn't mind. Neither did Jason.

"You like it?" I asked him. He turned to me and smiled, seeing as his mask rised slightly, and nodded. I smirk arose on my face as I stuffed my hands is my hoodie pocket. I sighed, decided to not be a coward anymore and actually express myself. After all, Jason seemed calm. And when he's calm, it takes a lot to change that.

I took a deep breath before resting my head on his shoulder, making him tense. I had stopped walking, so he did, too. We were somewhere deep within the woods. But I didn't mind that now.

I reached for his mask and swiftly pulled it off. He tensed more and took a step back, confused as to what I was doing. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips. Huge amounts of blush spread across our faces as this happened. I swear, it felt like I was dying on the inside.

Jason stayed still for a few seconds before wrapping his arms around me. After a little, we broke our kiss. I could tell he was stunned, and I kept a Tsundere face. I stared at him as he stared at me, making this oddly awkward.

I pulled away and punched his shoulder, making him flinch. "D-Don't speak of to a-anyone, okay!?" I mentally killed myself for stuttering. He chuckled before nodding; he smiled warmly as a small amounts of blush spread across his face. Me, my entire face was red.

"Happy....Birthday....." I mumbled as I crossed my arms and rested my head on his shoulder again. He smiled in return and leaned his head on mine. We sat down near a tree and leaned on, staying there for what felt like hours.

And after that, we started secretly dating. I'm surprise he didn't hate me after what I did a two years ago. I didn't care, though. People found out quickly and teased us about it, but we paid no mind to it.

Of all flavours of the world, I choose to be salty~