finger waggled back and forth in front of me. "No."
His eyes twinkled in amused interest. "Okay, Ms. Scary Movie Connoisseur," he bowed his head down to me. "Please tell me what movies are Daisy classified as authentic horror movies."
"The classics," I answered, leaning forward to take a drink of water. " Halloween , Friday The 13 th , Scream and The Exorcist. Those are the real scary movies."
"Well, lucky for you," he said, grabbing a few from the stack. "I've got three out of four here, so take your pick." He held them up on and I pointed to the middle one.
"Buenos choice," he smiled, opening up the case and loading the disk into the player. "Jason was always my favorite, too. It also taught me a very valuable lesson."
"And what could that possibly be?"
"Never have sex with chicks in the middle of the woods in a tent." He shot me a grin at the same time I rolled me eyes. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the gigantic TV in the front of the room and crashed down on the other side of the couch. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my blanket when the opening credits started to roll.
"You going to share?" He challenged, and I twisted around, giving him a stern look. Snickering, he held his hands up. "I promise. No funny tricks." Shaking my head, I grabbed the end of the blanket and flipped it his way. He captured it, chuckling, and snuggled his head towards me. We both then turned our attention to the first death at good ol' Camp Crystal.
Ever since I was young, I have been obsessed with the classic scary movies. My mom always blamed it on my dad because he would let me stay up late with him after trick-or-treating every year and watch them with him. He liked to refer to it as our "father daughter bonding time."
I caught a glimpse of Keegan from the corner of my eye about thirty minutes into the movie. Instead of watching the movie, he was staring at me with his lips pressed together.
"What?" I asked, catching him off guard.
"This is actually pretty fun," he answered.
Huh? "Being with me or watching the movie?" I asked, looking at him with uncertainty.
He shrugged. "Watching a movie with someone else."
My body angled towards him. "You've never watched a movie with someone?"
With Lane and shit, yeah," he responded, running his hands through his messy hair. "But never with a girl. I mean, sure, I would play movies but I always referred to them as background noise. We never exactly, um, watched the movie." His brows furrowed at the last sentence.
"Okay, that's just sad," I teased, picking up a pillow and tossing it at him. "Now, let's give you your first real experience then. Quit watching me instead of the movie.”
“Y OU GOING home for Thanksgiving?” I asked Daisy, pulling up to her house.
“Actually, no, my parents are coming here this year,” she answered, stretching her legs out on the floorboard. "Is your mom going to be home?"
Daisy and I had started a friendship after the whole party/ dry humping/ crying debacle. We didn't necessarily hang out with each other on our free time, but our arguments had turned into conversations and tiny jokes during our car rides and Health. I enjoyed my friendship with her, and as much as I was attracted to her, I hooking up with her was a bad idea. It would fuck up everything we had built the last month and I liked having her around. I didn’t want Daisy to end up hating me in the end.
"Eh, I wouldn't count on it," I shrugged, making it known I didn't give a shit. "I usually just chill out at home or go over to Lane's."
"But isn't he going to Cora’s'?"
"I think so," I said, my voice flat. "So I'll probably just hang at home."
"What about your dad?" She rushed out quickly. The fact that she was curious about him didn't surprise me. What did surprise me, though, was that she hadn't already heard all of the rumors about my family already.
I let out a hard laugh. "Even if I knew who the arrogant asshole was, I wouldn't count on him inviting me over for a holiday dinner."
His eyes twinkled in amused interest. "Okay, Ms. Scary Movie Connoisseur," he bowed his head down to me. "Please tell me what movies are Daisy classified as authentic horror movies."
"The classics," I answered, leaning forward to take a drink of water. " Halloween , Friday The 13 th , Scream and The Exorcist. Those are the real scary movies."
"Well, lucky for you," he said, grabbing a few from the stack. "I've got three out of four here, so take your pick." He held them up on and I pointed to the middle one.
"Buenos choice," he smiled, opening up the case and loading the disk into the player. "Jason was always my favorite, too. It also taught me a very valuable lesson."
"And what could that possibly be?"
"Never have sex with chicks in the middle of the woods in a tent." He shot me a grin at the same time I rolled me eyes. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the gigantic TV in the front of the room and crashed down on the other side of the couch. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my blanket when the opening credits started to roll.
"You going to share?" He challenged, and I twisted around, giving him a stern look. Snickering, he held his hands up. "I promise. No funny tricks." Shaking my head, I grabbed the end of the blanket and flipped it his way. He captured it, chuckling, and snuggled his head towards me. We both then turned our attention to the first death at good ol' Camp Crystal.
Ever since I was young, I have been obsessed with the classic scary movies. My mom always blamed it on my dad because he would let me stay up late with him after trick-or-treating every year and watch them with him. He liked to refer to it as our "father daughter bonding time."
I caught a glimpse of Keegan from the corner of my eye about thirty minutes into the movie. Instead of watching the movie, he was staring at me with his lips pressed together.
"What?" I asked, catching him off guard.
"This is actually pretty fun," he answered.
Huh? "Being with me or watching the movie?" I asked, looking at him with uncertainty.
He shrugged. "Watching a movie with someone else."
My body angled towards him. "You've never watched a movie with someone?"
With Lane and shit, yeah," he responded, running his hands through his messy hair. "But never with a girl. I mean, sure, I would play movies but I always referred to them as background noise. We never exactly, um, watched the movie." His brows furrowed at the last sentence.
"Okay, that's just sad," I teased, picking up a pillow and tossing it at him. "Now, let's give you your first real experience then. Quit watching me instead of the movie.”
“Y OU GOING home for Thanksgiving?” I asked Daisy, pulling up to her house.
“Actually, no, my parents are coming here this year,” she answered, stretching her legs out on the floorboard. "Is your mom going to be home?"
Daisy and I had started a friendship after the whole party/ dry humping/ crying debacle. We didn't necessarily hang out with each other on our free time, but our arguments had turned into conversations and tiny jokes during our car rides and Health. I enjoyed my friendship with her, and as much as I was attracted to her, I hooking up with her was a bad idea. It would fuck up everything we had built the last month and I liked having her around. I didn’t want Daisy to end up hating me in the end.
"Eh, I wouldn't count on it," I shrugged, making it known I didn't give a shit. "I usually just chill out at home or go over to Lane's."
"But isn't he going to Cora’s'?"
"I think so," I said, my voice flat. "So I'll probably just hang at home."
"What about your dad?" She rushed out quickly. The fact that she was curious about him didn't surprise me. What did surprise me, though, was that she hadn't already heard all of the rumors about my family already.
I let out a hard laugh. "Even if I knew who the arrogant asshole was, I wouldn't count on him inviting me over for a holiday dinner."
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