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I simply shook my head at his antics and leaned against the counter. 'You ruined my fun, I was going to ask if you wanted me to make you a sandwich.' He grinned at you before walking to the fridge and pulling out a pitcher. 'Normally, people would do that, but in your house it's an entirely different scenario.' I shot back, pulling the chair up with me as I stood. Jesus, how many horror movies have you watched?' He rambled, tapping my forehead with two fingers and pushing it back before pulling his hand away and standing. 'You hear noises from the kitchen, you call out 'Hello? Is anyone there?' thenВ you go look. 'You failed, miserably.' Jeff said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. 'Oh, you asshole.' I said, bursting out into laughter. I turned around to see who it was and, unsurprisingly, it was Jeff. Taking a brief second to calm myself, I suddenly lifted my legs and dropped my weight, successfully breaking the hold and bringing the person down with me. There were other ways to escape this hold. I struggled against the hold but it was useless. I was hoisted up and back, the chair I previously sat in now toppled to the floor. What in the world was I suppose to do?ДЄn arm wrapped around my waist, causing me to let out a high pitched screech. I came at the time he told me to, what was his deal? Folding my arms over the table and resting my forehead on them, I let out another, more exaggerated sigh. Grumbling, I sat at the small table in the far left of the room and sighed. As I turned the corner and entered the kitchen, I was greeted with.a kitchen. Shaking my head slowly and taking a deep breath to calm myself, I walked towards the kitchen. No reply, but I did hear dishes clinking in the kitchen. It's a billion times more unsettling coming from you.' 'You are the last person that should be doing this to me. 'You know something,' I asked out loud, probably talking to myself. Friends or not, reflexes are reflexes, and that juicy vein in my neck held a lot of responsibilities.

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Frowning, I continued my search, still turning up no sign of him. Walking through the hallway, I peeked around the corner into the kitchen, nope.

Well, if he was actually listening, that is. 'Jeff, I'm comin' in.' I called out a bit louder, slowly stepping through the threshold and closing the door behind me with a decent sounding 'click' so he knew I was inside now. Walking into his house without him knowing about it was probably the first on my 'Let's Never Be Dumb Enough To Do It' list. I frowned after calling his name didn't work out for me. The bastard was quick and there would be a knife at your throat in no time at all. If there's one thing you learned right off the bat, it was to never sneak up on Jeff.

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After waiting too long for my liking, I cracked open the door and called out to him. Though the outside was rather.worrying to say the least, he had a decent set up on the inside. I pounded on the front door of his rundown house, slightly scared I was going to knock it off the hinges.

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