When you're in the same position as Brendan Wallace, you're filled with a feeling that life could really not be much sweeter. If he had looked upon his life merely half a year ago, he wouldn't have believed he was really the same person. It was great, it really was. He had friends. He had a hinting instinct that he had just aced his exams. He had a boyfriend, which still sounded strange and proud to him. And now, he was doing something with a friend again. Something special.
MOVIE MARATHON NIGHT!
It wasn't so much an come-all-ye-faithful-friends thing rather than just a time he could spend with his best friend. She loved these types of movies, quite disturbingly so, but the good disturbing. Not the Norman Bates disturbing. That was disturbing. So they had worked something out, after the exams were all well and done with for them to do something on their one last hurrah, before life tore them their separate ways. Well, that and they couldn't afford to go to that anime convention in Minnesota at the time.
So, everything was ready. There were bean bags, just like he was a little kid again, he hadn't touched these things in years. They had a blanket of food spread out between them and the TV. A lot of food there was. And Chase was bringing more, even. Man, they'd probably need to get their stomach pumped after it was all done, he was so hungry right now.
But for now, he waited.
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Life for Anna Chase, on the other hand, wasn't so "groovy". With tests and preparation for college alone, she was pooped. And, well, there was that drama surrounding her life nowadays. Only earlier today did she manage to talk to Lexie, and she couldn't even bear even glimpsing at Dawne. And Jon... all she wanted right now was to stay with him, but that wasn't looking to be an option. She knew how Lexie felt about him, and that lying about Dawne would have consequences in the long run. The idea of just simply leaving him had been tossing around in her head, but she didn't want to.
But, for now, she needed to unwind. And what better way of unwinding than watching her favorite genre of movies with a friend? Heck, she even brought treats of her own. A friend of hers had given her brownies earlier that day. They looked good, but Chase hadn't had a bite at all so far. She sniffed them, and she noticed the smell was slightly weird, but it was still brownies. Chocolate-y, sweet brownies. Should be yummy, right? Right. Of course they would be yummy.
So, here she was. Walking to Brendan's house, with a tinfoil covered plate with baked goods. His house was within walking distance, right? She didn't even need to take the bike, if she remembered correctly. Walking... walking...
And soon, she was almost there.
Chase stood outside Brendan's house. Had she been here before? Maybe she had. Actually, she didn't think so, now that she thought of it. But, she did remember where Brendan had said it was. The address and everything! She was almost certainly here. Of course she was here. And so, she stepped up to the door, and reached forward to ring the doorbell.
DING DONG!
And there it was. She always felt like someone was going to jump out with an ax whenever she rang a doorbell for some reason, but that was silly, of course. Plus, Brendan wasn't that crazy, as far as she knew. He had his moments of craziness, but not those kinds of crazy moments. She knew a few people she could see doing that, but not him.
And so, she waited.
Should be fun, right?
Right.
But, for now, she needed to unwind. And what better way of unwinding than watching her favorite genre of movies with a friend? Heck, she even brought treats of her own. A friend of hers had given her brownies earlier that day. They looked good, but Chase hadn't had a bite at all so far. She sniffed them, and she noticed the smell was slightly weird, but it was still brownies. Chocolate-y, sweet brownies. Should be yummy, right? Right. Of course they would be yummy.
So, here she was. Walking to Brendan's house, with a tinfoil covered plate with baked goods. His house was within walking distance, right? She didn't even need to take the bike, if she remembered correctly. Walking... walking...
And soon, she was almost there.
Chase stood outside Brendan's house. Had she been here before? Maybe she had. Actually, she didn't think so, now that she thought of it. But, she did remember where Brendan had said it was. The address and everything! She was almost certainly here. Of course she was here. And so, she stepped up to the door, and reached forward to ring the doorbell.
DING DONG!
And there it was. She always felt like someone was going to jump out with an ax whenever she rang a doorbell for some reason, but that was silly, of course. Plus, Brendan wasn't that crazy, as far as she knew. He had his moments of craziness, but not those kinds of crazy moments. She knew a few people she could see doing that, but not him.
And so, she waited.
Should be fun, right?
Right.
It was a funny thing, checking through your movie collection. Brendan never really thought about the fact he hadn't even seen half of the movies sucking up dust like a vacuum cleaner, but now that he was kinda looking them all straight in the eyes, it was kinda hard to not notice. But he was getting distracted again. Choose the right movies, that's all. He knew in great detail the kind of movies that Chase generally enjoyed, it was the topic of many early convo's, so he was finding them now. Japanese. Horror. Made in the last 10 years so they at least have special effects. You know, the usual garb.
DING DONG!
...we have a doorbell?
For a few seconds, he stood there, scratching his head trying to remember when he was told about the fact their house, which he'd been living in for a year, had a doorbell. But then sensibility overrode and he remembered the fact that behind that door was most likely the shortest goth girl in the entire school ie his best friend.
He clambered over the table plattered with food, and stumbled over discarded and yet-to-be-packed laundry littering the floor. Through this battlefield (he'd clear it a bit later), he got to the door and pulled it open. The familiar creak and groan echoed.
So there stood Anna, ready to have her stomach quelled and carrying her own plate of food.
"Hey Chase, come on in," Brendan smiled. As they retreated through the doorway, he took the opportunity to launch some of the clothing debris out of sight and mind.
DING DONG!
...we have a doorbell?
For a few seconds, he stood there, scratching his head trying to remember when he was told about the fact their house, which he'd been living in for a year, had a doorbell. But then sensibility overrode and he remembered the fact that behind that door was most likely the shortest goth girl in the entire school ie his best friend.
He clambered over the table plattered with food, and stumbled over discarded and yet-to-be-packed laundry littering the floor. Through this battlefield (he'd clear it a bit later), he got to the door and pulled it open. The familiar creak and groan echoed.
So there stood Anna, ready to have her stomach quelled and carrying her own plate of food.
"Hey Chase, come on in," Brendan smiled. As they retreated through the doorway, he took the opportunity to launch some of the clothing debris out of sight and mind.
Chase couldn't help but smile as Brendan opened the door.
Really. She was glad to see him right now. Really, really glad. All she needed to do now was relax and hang out, watching creepy movies. It wasn't that hard. In fact, it was easy and enjoyable. Fun times! Fun times...
As he invited her in, Chase promptly did so and stepped inside, looking around. Had she been here before? It looked vaguely familiar, at the very least. Deja vu? That was one possibility. Or maybe Brendan tried to suck out her soul and- nah. That was silly. Either deja vu or she did indeed show up here at one point.
Chase couldn't help but notice, though, that the place was slightly disorganized. Brendan had thrown a few clothing items out of the way, and it promptly landed elsewhere. But she decided to not pay attention to it. After all, she wasn't really much better in that area. Lord knew how many times Dad had nagged her to clean up her room for company.
But, in other news...
She brought food.
"Oh! I brought some treats!" she quickly said, looking back to Brendan and lifting up the plate.
Maybe she had been here before. That was it, right? She really did not need to overthink this one. It wasn't rocket science, obviously. Plus, there were more important issues to be held at hand! Like women getting their heads chopped off, or ghosts churning someone's skin inside out! That was more important of course.
Really. She was glad to see him right now. Really, really glad. All she needed to do now was relax and hang out, watching creepy movies. It wasn't that hard. In fact, it was easy and enjoyable. Fun times! Fun times...
As he invited her in, Chase promptly did so and stepped inside, looking around. Had she been here before? It looked vaguely familiar, at the very least. Deja vu? That was one possibility. Or maybe Brendan tried to suck out her soul and- nah. That was silly. Either deja vu or she did indeed show up here at one point.
Chase couldn't help but notice, though, that the place was slightly disorganized. Brendan had thrown a few clothing items out of the way, and it promptly landed elsewhere. But she decided to not pay attention to it. After all, she wasn't really much better in that area. Lord knew how many times Dad had nagged her to clean up her room for company.
But, in other news...
She brought food.
"Oh! I brought some treats!" she quickly said, looking back to Brendan and lifting up the plate.
Maybe she had been here before. That was it, right? She really did not need to overthink this one. It wasn't rocket science, obviously. Plus, there were more important issues to be held at hand! Like women getting their heads chopped off, or ghosts churning someone's skin inside out! That was more important of course.
No way they were brownies, no way! He hadn't had those things in months! It was like...chocolate melting in your mouth. Well, there was the plainest metaphor he could snake in. Only reason he hadn't had them because, well, his mum was paranoid that they were all, you know, those kinds of brownies?
"Brownies...awesome," he took the plate and put it at the apex of the table, the one get to grabbing point during then night.
"Okay, so let's get our science fiction quintuple feature on the road then, shall we?" Brendan commentated, as he wandered over to his DVD collection on the shelf. He flicked out a few of the ones he knew they were saving until that night. The one he had in mind...well, it had to be the creme de la creme de la creme of the cheesy Japanese movie. He understood how the movie making process worked, but honesty, this was how not to do a movie. Do it properly. Don't make it unintentionally humorous. It's supposed to be horrifying. Not hilarious.
With that out-of-nowhere mental filibuster out of the way, he took out the top of the pile.
"Brace yourself, ladies and gents, for the horror...for the hilarity, of...Uzumaki!"
"Brownies...awesome," he took the plate and put it at the apex of the table, the one get to grabbing point during then night.
"Okay, so let's get our science fiction quintuple feature on the road then, shall we?" Brendan commentated, as he wandered over to his DVD collection on the shelf. He flicked out a few of the ones he knew they were saving until that night. The one he had in mind...well, it had to be the creme de la creme de la creme of the cheesy Japanese movie. He understood how the movie making process worked, but honesty, this was how not to do a movie. Do it properly. Don't make it unintentionally humorous. It's supposed to be horrifying. Not hilarious.
With that out-of-nowhere mental filibuster out of the way, he took out the top of the pile.
"Brace yourself, ladies and gents, for the horror...for the hilarity, of...Uzumaki!"
Brendan seemed excited about the brownies! That was a good sign. A very good sign indeed. She made a good choice, bringing her friend's brownies. It wasn't at all bad! Yayness.
So off he went to place it on the table. As one might expect, there were more treats. There was a large plethora of them! There was more than enough for both of them. And that was good too.
Brendan was fiddling around with the DVD cases, evidently looking at the movies they were going to watch. And very soon he had come to a decision. He didn't seem to find it scary, but more funny, but he had it.
First pick? "Uzumaki".
Wasn't that the one with the snails and the girl with the swirly hair and the dude obsessed with spirals and stuff? She could remember the manga before and she remembered reading it, but she had never seen the movie. Why, she didn't know. She... never really had the time, she guessed. Which was a shame. There had been plenty of occasions to watch it.
Well, now's the perfect time for it!
"I've heard of that movie. It has snails 'n stuff, r-right?"
Chase loved snails. Snails were quite nice creatures, actually. Sometimes they got those parasites in their eyes, that made it look like they had worms for eyes. And then they'd climb up tall trees and get their eyes ripped out by birds. It was how they reproduced. But that wasn't of importance.
She plopped herself down in a beanbag, having presumed them to be there for the night. "Let's start, yes?"
Needless to say, she was excited!
So off he went to place it on the table. As one might expect, there were more treats. There was a large plethora of them! There was more than enough for both of them. And that was good too.
Brendan was fiddling around with the DVD cases, evidently looking at the movies they were going to watch. And very soon he had come to a decision. He didn't seem to find it scary, but more funny, but he had it.
First pick? "Uzumaki".
Wasn't that the one with the snails and the girl with the swirly hair and the dude obsessed with spirals and stuff? She could remember the manga before and she remembered reading it, but she had never seen the movie. Why, she didn't know. She... never really had the time, she guessed. Which was a shame. There had been plenty of occasions to watch it.
Well, now's the perfect time for it!
"I've heard of that movie. It has snails 'n stuff, r-right?"
Chase loved snails. Snails were quite nice creatures, actually. Sometimes they got those parasites in their eyes, that made it look like they had worms for eyes. And then they'd climb up tall trees and get their eyes ripped out by birds. It was how they reproduced. But that wasn't of importance.
She plopped herself down in a beanbag, having presumed them to be there for the night. "Let's start, yes?"
Needless to say, she was excited!
"...'darn it, where did I put my car keys?'"
...
"Beep beep! Outta the way lady!"
...
"She needs an adult!"
Riffing. Em-Ess-Kay-three-Kaying. Whatever you wanted to call it, Brendan loved doing it to this movie. He hadn't exactly seen it, but he'd heard much of its reputation. The main reason he did this was to mainly provide some humour for himself and Chase, because this movie was getting pretty monotonous and dull.
"Well now you're just stealing from Silent Hill, and that's terrible. There can only be one hell-town on this planet!"
...
"We need a battle. Pyramid Head versus that girl with the living hair."
Okay, he was running out of jokes now. Time to claim his reward in the form of food. His hand scrambled behind him blindly, trying to grab one of those really good-looking brownies. Here we go, his hand brushed some crumbs. He couldn't see. Too busy watching the snails.
Seconds later, it was gone. Lost to the entity that was Brendan's gut.
"Ofh ghof, I haffen hod a brownne in monfs, thif if so good!"
...
"Beep beep! Outta the way lady!"
...
"She needs an adult!"
Riffing. Em-Ess-Kay-three-Kaying. Whatever you wanted to call it, Brendan loved doing it to this movie. He hadn't exactly seen it, but he'd heard much of its reputation. The main reason he did this was to mainly provide some humour for himself and Chase, because this movie was getting pretty monotonous and dull.
"Well now you're just stealing from Silent Hill, and that's terrible. There can only be one hell-town on this planet!"
...
"We need a battle. Pyramid Head versus that girl with the living hair."
Okay, he was running out of jokes now. Time to claim his reward in the form of food. His hand scrambled behind him blindly, trying to grab one of those really good-looking brownies. Here we go, his hand brushed some crumbs. He couldn't see. Too busy watching the snails.
Seconds later, it was gone. Lost to the entity that was Brendan's gut.
"Ofh ghof, I haffen hod a brownne in monfs, thif if so good!"
Oh god, wow.
Brendan... was right. It was cheesy. Chase read the manga, and... this wasn't how you do an Uzumaki film adaptation. They cut out a bunch of stuff, too. What happened to the pregnant women who drank blood like mosquitoes, or the lighthouse that made people blind and/or crispy? Those were the best parts! How could you cut out those bits!
And this guy... acting skills, please? He was barely reacting to his dad being obsessed with spirals or his mom being scared to death of them! A reaction to something would be nice, you know.
And what's with all the filler? It was far from necessary.
So yeah, cheesy movie. Didn't do the manga justice.
And so, Chase joined in on the riffing from time to time, saying things like "Oh no! She's been smoking dynamite!" or "Bren, I thin-think the hair has its own cult now", or "Why can't he use a tap? Why the bottles? Less money, you know?"
So their watching of said movie continued like this. Brendan made a lot of Silent Hill jokes. She didn't even realize the resemblance until he mentioned it.
"I think that girl would win, Brendan. PH can't ev-ever top the swirly hair", she replied to the Pyramid Head comment.
But Brendan had gone for a brownie right at that moment, and within seconds was talking with his mouth full, grumbling something out between the crumbs. Chase couldn't help but smile. It was kind of strangely funny, in a way. Sure, talking with your mouth full was impolite, but was it funny when Brendan did it?
Yes it was.
"Bren, breathe!" Chase tried her best to contain laughter, looking down with her hand over her mouth to stop herself before she started.
But he clearly liked them, at least. What could she say? She had one or two about a minute ago, and she liked them too.
After the laughter stopped entirely, she said "Ah... sorry. It's just that... yeah! Anyways, the manga's better. Movie cut out a bunch of stuff, you know? They h-have pregnant women who drink blood just like big mos.. mosquitoes. And their babies try to get back into the womb once they're born! How could they cut that? It was one of the best parts."
Brendan... was right. It was cheesy. Chase read the manga, and... this wasn't how you do an Uzumaki film adaptation. They cut out a bunch of stuff, too. What happened to the pregnant women who drank blood like mosquitoes, or the lighthouse that made people blind and/or crispy? Those were the best parts! How could you cut out those bits!
And this guy... acting skills, please? He was barely reacting to his dad being obsessed with spirals or his mom being scared to death of them! A reaction to something would be nice, you know.
And what's with all the filler? It was far from necessary.
So yeah, cheesy movie. Didn't do the manga justice.
And so, Chase joined in on the riffing from time to time, saying things like "Oh no! She's been smoking dynamite!" or "Bren, I thin-think the hair has its own cult now", or "Why can't he use a tap? Why the bottles? Less money, you know?"
So their watching of said movie continued like this. Brendan made a lot of Silent Hill jokes. She didn't even realize the resemblance until he mentioned it.
"I think that girl would win, Brendan. PH can't ev-ever top the swirly hair", she replied to the Pyramid Head comment.
But Brendan had gone for a brownie right at that moment, and within seconds was talking with his mouth full, grumbling something out between the crumbs. Chase couldn't help but smile. It was kind of strangely funny, in a way. Sure, talking with your mouth full was impolite, but was it funny when Brendan did it?
Yes it was.
"Bren, breathe!" Chase tried her best to contain laughter, looking down with her hand over her mouth to stop herself before she started.
But he clearly liked them, at least. What could she say? She had one or two about a minute ago, and she liked them too.
After the laughter stopped entirely, she said "Ah... sorry. It's just that... yeah! Anyways, the manga's better. Movie cut out a bunch of stuff, you know? They h-have pregnant women who drink blood just like big mos.. mosquitoes. And their babies try to get back into the womb once they're born! How could they cut that? It was one of the best parts."