Chapter 1
Jackie Taylor used to think dying and having all your teammates devour your remains truly sucked. Jackie used to think kissing Jeff with his hot breath and disgusting lips sucked. Jackie used to think Shauna being pissed off (only when it was at her!) fucking sucked. Yet, none of that compares to what truly fucking sucks.
"Do you think I can find a way to possess Melissa?" Jackie crosses her arms, her lips jutting out. "I watched Child's Play with Shauna once. If that ginger fuck can do it, surely I can too."
Laura Lee shakes her head. "Jackie," She sighs. "We're already stuck in purgatory. The last thing we need is for you to commit heinous acts. Besides, you're not a demon. You're just a ghost."
"But what if I try really hard?"
"No."
"I have to agree with Jackie," Crystal intervenes. "I would love to get revenge on Misty for making me kick the bucket! Right after I held the shit bucket. Do you know how messed up that is?"
Jackie rolls her eyes. "At least they didn't fucking eat you."
"Only because they couldn't find the body!"
"Okay, enough. No one is possessing anyone!" If Laura Lee wasn't already dead, she might topple over from a stress-induced heart attack. Her eyes are wide, and her hand cups the side of her head. "You guys are starting to give me a headache. I didn't even know that was possible when you're dead."
"But it's not fairr," Jackie whines. "Melissa isn't even Shauna's type! Watching them kiss was revolting. Shauna doesn't even like her! I mean, she never would have held the knife to my throat."
"You can't stop Shauna from being gay," Laura Lee gently says.
Jackie pouts. "I don't want to stop her from being gay," Her cheeks flush, and her voice is more high-pitched. "I just think that-"
"You want Shauna to kiss you," Crystal excitedly coos. She clasps her hands together and bounces on her heels. "Jackie, we have to let you possess Melissa. It would be so romantic! And you'd get to live out your gay dream-"
"That's not happening!" Laura Lee interrupts. "Even if Jackie were miraculously able to pull that off, it's too dangerous. We're already stuck in the forest- potentially forever, the last thing we need is to let demonic entities into our home."
"Melissa is the demonic entity," Jackie mutters under her breath.
"No, that's definitely Misty," Crystal whispers back.
"I hope this whole thing blows up in Melissa's face-" An unamused look from Laura Lee who frowns at the mention of blow up. "-Shit, sorry. I hope this whole thing is a complete dumpster-fire and Melissa gets eaten next."
"Then you'd be stuck with her in purgatory," Laura Lee points out, ignoring the accidental mention of fire. "Wouldn't that somehow be worse?"
"God, I don't win either way."
“Hey, don’t use his name in vain!”
This is Jackie Taylor's personal purgatory. Yet, she might as well be in Hell.
Somehow, as by some God-given Miracle, she ends up winning.
Jackie Taylor watches as Shauna roughly pushes the blonde bitch against the tree. They're grinding into each other were fervent need (it's mostly Shauna on her tip toes), and her hands are roughly against her throat. They're a clash of tongues and teeth, only breaking away to gasp for air.
"Tell me you love me," Shauna breathlessly demands. "I won't hold you to it. Just, fuck, please tell me you love me."
"I love you," Melissa says. Her teeth scrape against Shauna's neck, and for the first time, their dynamic switches. Her knees buckle, and the other woman's hands roughly hold her by the hips.
"Fuck, Jackie," Shauna whines. "I love you."
Oh-Oh!
It's been about Jackie the entire time.
She blushes from head-to-toe, smiling uncharacteristically wide in sheer victory. Later that day, if Jackie seems a little too cheerful, that's only for her to know. Not Laura Lee who squints at her in suspicion, or Crystal who demands to know what exactly happened.
Besides, how do you explain that your homerotic situationship is alive and thriving even after Death?