Jeff's POV

I woke up the next morning begrudgingly. Without thinking I fell asleep on your bed, and that prompted you to sleep next to me instead of going over to the guest room, for whatever reason. So, you really should have taken responsibility. Your bed is more comfortable after all. And, it's a lot easier to sleep with a body pillow. You shouldn't blame me for sleeping in.
"Jeff, we have to go. If we leave any later there will be a crowd... You don't want to get caught..." I could hear you try to reason faintly as I wavered between consciousness. I scoffed, not removing my vice grip.
"You should be grateful I let you next to me and let you live unscathed, Y/N."
"Now isn't the time for this... I'll carry you if I have to." You threatened, leaning up from the pillow and taking me with you. I protested immensely, but you dropped me back onto the bed and let me groan as the warmth from the sheets escaped. "Be ready to go after you eat." You tried to order, but I merely wrapped myself again and went back to sleeping. The sound of your tongue clicking at me didn't miss earshot. Not that I cared.

You went to the kitchen to make another extremely mundane breakfast, I could hear the sizzle of oil and the smells of bacon eggs and toast filled the house for the final time. I was pleased to say the least. Soon I wouldn't have to look at this pathetic little cabin and we could go to the house and be done with it all. More delusions of grandeur filled my head, my face stuffed into the crook where you just slept. Your familiar scent was filling it, sandalwood and cheap shampoo. Before I could do anything completely embarrassing, you knocked on the doorframe with two plates. I lay still, pretending to be asleep rather than have you call me out for sniffing your sheets. It didn't work of course. You nudged your foot under me to roll me over and set the plate on my stomach. "Eat up, its a long hike to the bus stop."
"I know that, just shut up." I scoffed, tearing apart the bacon between my teeth while you gave me that look with the stupid grin on your face.
"I can't wait..."

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After all the gear was packed, we both grabbed the duffels and headed for the door. I was wearing a black hood and some normal pants and shoes you had lent me, along with a dog-eared hat to hide my scars. I didn't want to hide them, but I had no choice if I wanted to leave without an issue. Just as we were leaving, I felt a sense of danger. Not strong, but I looked around the entryway stiffly. There were scratches along the door, around the handles and some going up the lower half of a wall. It was like he had a dog, but I never heard him mention one. It was pointless to ask as we were leaving, so I figured we could talk about pets once we got back to mine. Smile was probably waiting back home, once we got back we could mess around. So, without anything else, we headed out.
The view going down the faded path was nice, out in the woods without all the buildings to obscure all the lush landscape was a nice change from the dead trees surrounding the Mansion. It was green and lively. If only there were better circumstances I wouldn't find it so distasteful.
I nearly forgot it was the woods around us that I got trapped in just a few weeks ago. Fucking bear traps.
Although, it isn't bear country over here, is it? Maybe it was. I had no clue where this was even.
We walked for a long time before we came to your old rusted gate, and we continued on our way with the sun to our backs until we came to civilization miles after. It was practically sundown when we came over to an ice cream shop next to a gas station. The bus stop was just next to it, and I saw you oogling the sign with a vanilla cone on it.

"I'm hungry." I say for you. Your face lit up.
"Let's get some food, then! I was feeling hungry myself, this place has some good flavors, let's stop here and wait for the bus." You say quickly.
You seemed like a little kid in that moment, hurrying over and asking for a couple of cones and taking a seat with me under a blue umbrella table. It was refreshing to have the honesty around. We sat for awhile, as the last stop was at 7, before a civilian came around. It seemed like he recognized you. He was a big trucker looking guy, full beard and net hat with a beer belly like something fierce.
"You didn't happen ta know Miranda, do ya' kid? Miranda Clemens?" He asked you, as if you were a familiar friend.
"Actually, I did know her. She was a friend of my coworker. I work for X construction downtown."
"A right' shame what happened to 'er, she went missin' while back, you wouldn't a happen to see 'er round recently didja?"
"No, not since we met last season. I invited her over but she never showed up to the cabin."

Your conversation took an interesting turn. Maybe you were shaken up by your old friend missing and that's why you seemed a bit lonely? I almost felt bad for you, but I knew pity would get us nowhere. Besides, you wouldn't be lonely with me, so it would be fine not to worry about her.

You two talked for a long time about missing people around town. I figured it wouldn't have been unusual for living just a bus stop away from a hoard of killers, and I'm guessing you caught on to that when I got a look at your expression. After you two were finished, he looked directly at me. The look in his eyes told me he was suspicious of me.
"...you wouldn't happen to-"
"See you later, Nobby, our bus is here!" You interjected, leading me by the shoulders to the bus stop with our half eaten cones discarded on the table tragically. The man seemed confused for a moment, but waved haphazardly as we climbed in. He didn't look satisfied at all.

As we drove off, he looked unsettled. Sometimes there are things that can't be helped, though.
I tucked the flaps of the hat together and held my duffel close to me as we leaned against each other without another glance back.