He put his hands behind his head and shrugged, He took his hands out from behind him and sat up, He made a circle with his hand and used his other hand to insert his finger in it, going in and out before laughing, laying back down.

You blushed in embarrassment,

You tried to speak but he cut you off, He gestured to your legs,

You were already so over this night but not at the same time. Not wanting to fuck up anything, you left the room without a second thought.

You sighed, sitting on your couch, devoured in silence.

'I don't give a fuck about you anyways, whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?' you thought of that song out of nowhere and that's when an idea struck you.

Glancing to your legs that were now wrapped up, you stand with a small wince.

You edged closer to your room to hear what he was doing and that's when you heard it.

You placed your hand against the door along with your ear.

he laughed but more quietly.

You furrowed your eyebrows and whispered,

The theme only lasted what? 3 seconds and it kept going, almost sounded like it was a-

he laughed again.

You scratched the back of your head, trying to figure out how to approach this situation.

Without thinking, you grab the door knob and barge into the room.

When you looked at him, he didn't bother shutting the laptop, he just looked over to you and smirked while the song kept going.

You didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable or to try and enjoy the beat with him.

You wanted to keep eye contact with him but then a girl started moaning during the song and that had it for you,"

He laughed, you tried to speak to not condone the situation but he cut you off, he finally shut your laptop,

Again, trying to speak, he cut you off,

he adjusted himself on your bed, laying back again,He held his hand to his chest to act like he actually gave a shit.

you look down to your nonexistent watch, you waved an awkward 'bye' as you left the room, cursing yourself.

You were overly embarrassed so there was only one thing to do, leave.

Going to the front door, you grab the keys that were on a stand.

you glance back to see Chucky leaned against the wall,

You subconsciously took your hand off the door knob almost like he was controlling you,

He laughed, He adjusted his 'Good Guy' overall straps before walking over to you,

You were looking forward to being in a confined area with him but then dreading it at the same time.

Before he could go out in front of you, you put your leg in front of him to stop him,

He placed his hand on your lower leg before pushing it away,

You watched as he walked out in front of you, not exactly knowing where to go.

Walking forward without replying, you go straight to your car, a Y/F/C.

Unlocking it, you get inside, him following after on the passenger side.

Starting up the car, refusing to look over to him, he clears his throat,

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