Horror Movie Boyfriend Scenarios - 3

Jason:

        You hummed to yourself while you chopped up some tomatoes in the main kitchen of the motel. You had one upstairs but you had decided to make a really yummy breakfast for everyone today. You were planning on making cheese omelets as the main dish with many side ones to chose from. You weren't using any of Hannibal's ingredients, which hopefully would help the others feel comfortable to try it. Some of them weren't all that into cannibalism. You didn't care, you didn't judge people for what they did or did not do.

        You had gotten up earlier than everyone.  It was  still dark outside, but that was normal for you. You never could sleep much, so you were always up before the sun. It had to do with being in the insane asylum, you were never safe to sleep. You always had to be ready to deal with nurses, doctors, and other patients. Dr.Hannibal tried to help cure your fearfulness, but he was never successful. Every night, as if on the dot, you were up before anyone else. 

        So, you decided to make yourself useful and make breakfast for the others. You had picked up a lot of cooking skills from Hannibal and you thought that your own cooking was good. Not as good as his, but defiantly was good for others to eat. You would never get to be as good as Hannibal. But, you didn't mind being second best with the food. 

        You heard heavy footsteps that were obviously trying to be quiet. It was a large person who was already heavy on their feet trying to be as quiet as possible. You were able to tell it wasn't Hannibal, Norman, or any of the girls. Other than that, you weren't sure. You would soon learn how each of them walked , something you considered a talent. Once you decided it was safe enough for you to stop looking at your food, you turned to face the person who had just walked in.

        Standing there was a large man, as you assumed. It was Jason, his mask already covering his face. You wondered if you would ever get to see his real face or if he would always keep it hidden. You didn't mind either way. Once you saw who it was, you went back to cooking. You weren't going to allow your meal to burn because you weren't paying attention to it. 

        "Take a seat. I wouldn't mind the company." You glanced over at him as he sat down on one of the stools. He didn't say anything, but you didn't mind. You appreciated the silence between people. Dr. Lecter had taught you from your young age to appreciate the silence and to not just fill it because the need is present. You had learned and had gotten used to the silence. You liked thinking of your words before saying them, as you never wanted to say something wrong. Everything had to be right, at least that was what you thought in your mind.

        He watched you as you finished cooking the meal. Neither of you spoke to each other, but that was fine. He didn't seem like he was someone who liked to, or at least didn't talk a lot compared to others. He just watched you as you cooked, and it made you feel good. He wasn't annoying you and he seemed to genuinely enjoy watching you cook. The only one who did that was Dr. Lecter and that made you feel wonderful. You never thought someone else could make you feel like this, but here you were. You liked it. 

J.D.: 

        It was a hot  day and you decided to hang out with J.D. at his house. His father was away on some business for the weekend so he invited you over. You happily agreed as the two of you had gotten close over the past few weeks. It even was moving into something romantic, though you wouldn't give it a name yet. You were too scared that you were inferring it as something that it wasn't. You didn't want to ruin it.

        J.D. was wearing a black tank top and some dark jeans, even though you thought he must be sweating so much in them. Unlike him, you were wearing a deep blue tank top and some black shorts. It was comfortable and allowed you to stay cool in this heat. The two of you were laying on his bed, his muscular arm wrapped around your shoulder. 

        You rested your head on his chest, staring up at his white ceiling. His walls weren't painted, but they were covered posters. Most of them were for different bands that he liked. Rock music was quietly playing in the background while the two of you relaxed together. The two of you were just happy to be so close together, even though both of you were sweating slightly. Neither of you cared as your sweat mingled. He had said you could stay the night and you could take a shower before heading to bed.

        "You know, you are nothing like the Heathers." J.D. said, glancing down at you. His chin was resting on the top of your head, nuzzled in your hair. It was these simple actions that showed his affection for you. He wasn't like other guys and you understood/accepted it. You enjoyed them. You tried to show him your own affection, but you could never tell if it was enough. You weren't used to relationships, especially relationships like this.  

        "I know..."

        "Why do you hang out with them?" He asked.

        "Because that way the other people don't deal with me. It's a way for me to keep safe in the life of high school. I have to deal with other things now, but at least my problems with the popular people have diminished. The others normally aren't brave enough to do anything about me or the others," You admitted, obviously slightly embarrassed by your reasoning. You didn't want to admit to it but you also didn't want to lie to J.D.

        "Did you really have that many problems before?" A dark look went through his eyes, but you didn't even notice it since you were more focusing on his words. You hadn't, or at least you tried not to, think about your past. It was behind you and you didn't want to think about it, since you would just fall into a large depressive state.

        "Yeah, but I guess it's the same as any of the people at school. I was never targeted specially, but I still was the subject of abuse at different times. You know how Ram and Kurt can be. It's just how school is. You understand that better than most, so I bet you know what I'm talking about. Now, let's not talk about that. We're suppose to be having a relaxing time together."

        "It's hard to relax together like this with this heat, but I guess I'm cool enough to keep up cold," J.D. joked, though deep in his mind he was thinking of other things. 

         With that, it was the last bit of that conversation. You tried to keep the Heathers out of the conversation's that you had with J.D. You already had enough of them at school and you tried to keep them out of your personal life when they weren't with you. They drained you of your energy and you wanted to just relax when you were around J.D. He made you feel like yourself and that you didn't need to fake who you were. 

        You shut your eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his arms around you. You were safe when you were in his arms. Nothing could ever hurt you and he made sure that you knew that. He would do anything for you and he wanted you to know that. He had already started to become very possessive and protective of you. The two of you had just gotten close to each other and his attitude towards you would only get more and more yandere like. Still, you wouldn't know that until later on in your relationship, but who knows if you would mind it.

        At the moment, you were just enjoying the music and the feeling of J.D.'s body being so close to you. Before you knew what was going on, you had begun to fall asleep. You had blocked out the sweaty environment and the heat, just paying attention to his strong arms and the smell of his cologne. You wanted this moment to last forever. 

Micheal: 

        You lit the fire in the main room of the motel, wanting to make sure that the lobby didn't get too cold. Plus, it gave you a reason to play with her fire power. You could sit down in front of the fire and watch it, moving the flames between your fingers. They swirled and wrapped around your fingertips and moved up to your wrist. They didn't go any higher than that.  Norman would flip out if they moved any farther out. You didn't want to set the motel on fire, so you did make sure it was safe. 

        You could tell that the fire was there, but it wasn't the normal burning sensation. It tingled slightly, more along the lines of knowing you had a bow in your hair and a ring on your finger. You knew it was there, but you didn't actual feel it. It was normal for you, but you knew it must seem so strange to others who were looking at you. Still, you had learned to accept it.

        "Do you know why you do that?" A voice resounded out through the lobby room and you turned your head, while keeping your hand still in the fire. It was Michael, having just woken up. 

        "No..." You looked back at the fire, your entire back being to him now. You tended to look away when you were talking to someone. You knew that others would think that this was rude, but you didn't care what other people thought. You were someone who did what you wanted and everyone else just had to deal with your decisions. You knew you were selfish, but you didn't care. You just guessed that came with being selfish.

        "So, you've just accepted that this is what you are?" He walked over to the couch that was behind you and sat down. His legs were spread and he was just relaxing, obviously still in that stage of being half asleep.  The state of being only slightly aware of your surroundings. All you were trying to do was wake up in those moments. 

        "What about you?" You asked, which caused Michael to be taken aback.

        "What do you mean?"

        "Well, what are you? I've heard stories and it's obvious that you aren't human. So, what are you?"

        "I don't know. I've just accepted that I'm not like others." He shrugged, not sure how to respond to your question. No one ever asked him anything like that before. He didn't know how he felt about it. He didn't feel angry at you for asking it, but he felt a slight warmth feeling in his stomach. It showed that you cared about him and wanted to know more, at least that was what he thought it meant. 

        "I guess we have a lot more in common than we originally thought." You went back to staring at the flames, beginning to become lost in your thoughts as the silence came back again, but not before Micheal broke it once more, 

        "I guess we do."         

        With that, the rest of the morning was spent in quiet contemplation and relaxation between the two of you. You didn't know if you would have stayed like that for the rest of the day if (Norman's Y/N) didn't come and ask you for help. You didn't mind, but you couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she never came. Would you have just stayed like that with Michael for the rest of the day?

        You just decided that answer would have to wait for another day when the two of you would be up in the morning and relax again. You weren't sure why, but deep down, you were able to feel the want for that day to come soon. You weren't used to caring for someone like this, but you would just roll with the flow. You were used to that, as you understood that life was unpredictable. 

        Life was just like fire, both being beautiful but also terribly dangerous at the same time. You couldn't control either thing (metaphorically speaking, since you could technically control fire),  so the only other option that wouldn't let you get consumed by either event was to just go with the flow. You had learned that early in life and it had saved your life multiple times. You wouldn't know where you would be if you hadn't found that out as early as you had done. You tried not to think about your past, though it wasn't the worse. (Norman's G/N)'s life had been so much worse. 

        So you would just go with the flow of this new relationship that was blooming. 

Norman: 

        A normal day for you consisted of hanging out with Norman. Normally it happened either when you were eating lunch,were having dinner, or were heading to bed. You didn't like to leave his side for too long and he didn't mind. So, the two of you would spend quite a bit of time together through out the day, though most of that time was spent working. 

        At the moment, you were sitting on Norman's bed while he read. The two of you had separate rooms, but you liked to spend about fifteen minutes with him before you slept, no matter what the two of you did. He read to himself most of the time and you just sat and relaxed. It was almost like it was your meditation time, since you normally didn't talk to each other. You didn't have to. It just helped you relax enough to go to sleep when you spent calm time with him. No matter if he spoke or not, as long as he was calm, you got in a relaxed state. 

        You had never seen Norman in an angry mood, but that was due to him normally sending you off to your room when he began to get angry. He didn't want you to see that side of him and he knew that if you were around when he got angry, you would get scared. You watched his emotions as a way to help understand the room atmosphere. You had never been good at understanding when things were truly troublesome and what was just a stupid joke. So, you used Norman's emotions to help figure out how you wanted to react.

        "Norman, may I ask you a question?" You asked, looking over at him with those doe eyes he had burned in the back of his own eyelids. You were one of the only females that he got close to that his mother didn't kill. He never could figure out why, but he didn't question it. He was just glad that you were safe in his care and that his mother was okay with you. Maybe she thought that you were the best pick for her son. If that was it, he was grateful.

        "Of course." He slowly set his bookmark in his book before setting it down on his lap. He looked at you, signaling you to continue what you were saying, a patient look on his face. He understood that sometimes it took you a while to word your sentences so they made sense. You would mess up and the sentence that you had been trying to get across would turn into something entirely different. So, he had taught you to think over what you were going to say before you actually said it so you wouldn't be caught in an awkward situation. Still, you didn't wait as long when you were around him. 

        "Do you consider us to be close?" You had sadness in your eyes and he knew that was something that he hated. It reminded him of the time when he originally found you out on the streets, scared and sad. You needed to be protected and he was going to do that for you. So, he decided that he never wanted to see you sad. This was not okay in his mind. He never wanted this to happen, and yet here you were, tears hidden behind your long eyelashes. 

        "Of course. Why-Why wouldn't I?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. He had a worried look on his face, something that made you calm slightly. If he looked this worried about you, then you should have no reason to be this scared about him getting rid of you, right?

        "Freddy told me you would just get rid of me when you found a girl that was a 'newer' make, as he said," You spoke quietly as if he wouldn't hear you. You knew that you wanted him to answer you, but you were scared he would get mad at you for telling him this. You wouldn't know why, but you always worried about these things. 

        "I-I told you not to worry about what others said about us. The only p-p-people that can say what we are to each other are us, okay? S-so just ignore what they say because they don't understand. They are just jealous because they don't have anyone as perfect as you." He smiled at you, attempting to flirt to make you feel better about the whole thing. Normally, he hated to say things such as that, but he decided that he would to make you feel better now.

        "Okay." You blushed and quickly went to bed, going over what he said in your head. He really did care for you!