Jesse's POV
It's been a couple weeks since the clown chased Benny and made contact with me. I wasn't as tense as I was, I was calm and I even started to open windows a bit at night while I slept. Things were much more better.

At the moment though I was on my way back to my house to film a YouTube video. The video theme was  kidnapped and tortured. I know it's a little morbid but hey, it's gonna be funny. Besides Anthony was pretty good playing hero.

So the fake kidnapper was going to be a friend of mine whose name was Tyler. Here's what we were going to do.

I'm going to call Anthony and tell him, sounding scared that someone was in my house. He of course will say he's on his way and tell me to hide. But when he gets here I'll be tied to a chair, my mouth ducktaped shut. Tyler will be dressed in a hoodie and a mask so Anthony won't see his face.

Wish me luck.

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So the prank was successful but Anthony really thought that I really was in danger and wacked Tyler over the head with a chair. At which point Tyler ripped off the mask and said that it was just a prank.

And by then I was standing up explaining the whole thing to Anthony. He was pissed. Like seriously pissed.

Tyler had just left, leaving me with a very angry Anthony. I faced him and saw that his face was flushed.

"I really thought you were in trouble you idiot!" Anthony shouted.

"I know and I'm sorry, but I thought that it'd be a way to help you loosen up. If I had known you were going to wack him over the head with a chair, I wouldn't have done the prank."

Anthony glared at me with narrowed eyes. I stared right back at him. His face softened and he sighed, walking over to the couch.

"Please don't scare me like that again." Was all he said.

My heart caught in my chest and I said, "It won't happen again. I swear."

I walked out to my car to grab something and when I turned around, I saw a severed head on my doorstep. I screamed.

Anthony's POV
I heard Jesse scream and I was on my feet and out the door in a flash. I saw him on his knees staring at a head on the doorstep. It was Tyler.

I stepped around it and rushed over to his side, pulling him to his feet. He looked like he was gonna be sick so I hurried him back inside and to the bathroom just as he vomited into the toilet.

While he was pilot his guts out I was on the phone with the police telling them everything that was going on.

"I'm telling you. They killed a friend of ours and put his severed head on Jesse's doorstep. They've been stalking him for a month now!"

"Sir, these killer clowns, have they ever tried to hurt him in any way?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Of course they have. I wouldn't be calling if this wasn't serious."

"Okay. I'll send a unit out to check it out. Do not touch anything."

I strode towards the bathroom to see how Jesse was doing. He was still hunched over the toilet, vomit pushing its way up his throat and into the toilet.

I walked in and knelt beside him. I rubbed soothing circles on his back-- something my mom used to do when I was sick--and telling him softly to just let it all out.

Jesse finished and just sat there. He was quiet and stared blankly at the wall. As if he wasn't seeing but at the same time he was.

"He killed Tyler." Jesse said.

"I know. The guy's sick." I say. "He crossed the line."

Jesse looked at me his eyes moist. "Line? What line? Was there ever even a line? And if so he already crossed it when he started stalking me!"

"Jesse--"

"It's my fault Tyler's dead." Jesse said, shaking his head. "This is on me, Anthony. This is all on me."

I shook my head moving closer to him. "No it's not, Jesse. None of this is your fault. I don't blame you." I placed two of my fingers under his chin and lifted it up so he was looking me in the eyes. "I could never blame you for anything."

It was then that I realized how close we were. I could lean in and kiss him...so that's what I did.