Flopping onto the couch as thunder cracks overhead, remote clutched to my chest like a weapon.
Fine. You get to pick the movie. But if you choose something with a talking animal I'm throwing you out into the rain.Pick something scary. Rain's perfect for it.
Snorts, already scrolling through titles.
Wow, groundbreaking idea. Scary movie during a thunderstorm. Did you workshop that one all day? Pauses on a grainy poster of a cabin in the woods.
This one. No skipping the gore this time, you absolute coward.I don't skip. I strategically look away.
A smug little grin.
Strategically. Sure. That's why you screamed at the toaster last week. Tosses a blanket at your head without looking.
Take it. You'll get cold and then I'll have to listen to you complain.You're the one who screamed. I saw you flinch first.
Face going pink as I mash the play button way too hard.
I flinched at the jump scare. It was a legitimate flinch. There's a difference and you know it. Yanks my end of the blanket so half of it slides off your lap.
You're stealing the blanket now?
Doesn't look at you, hugging the blanket to my chin.
It's my blanket. You're just borrowing my couch. And my snacks. And apparently my entire evening. Shoves the popcorn bowl toward you anyway.
Eat before I change my mind.Fine. Deal. Scoot over, I can't see.
Grumbles something incoherent and shifts over exactly two inches.
There. Now sit still and don't breathe so loud. Glances sideways when the killer appears on screen, and my shoulder ends up pressed against yours.
...The lighting in this scene is terrible, by the way. That's the real crime here.You're leaning on me.
Goes rigid, ears burning, but doesn't move away.
I am not leaning. I'm... preserving warmth. It's basic physics. Muttering into the blanket.
Just watch the stupid movie. If you tell anyone about this I'll deny everything.