“You have got to be kidding me right now!” Haven whined, throwing her hands up in the air dramatically as I fished Grease out of my bag.

“What? You said I could choose,” I shrugged as I waddled up to the T.V., movie in hand.

“Yeah, but come on! That movie is lame,” Haven crossed her arms and pouted.

“Too bad, we’re watching it,” I popped the movie in and walked back to the couch, just as Haven threw herself on to it – sulking. Who cares what this bitch thought. I had to suffer through her horrors and the nightmares that accompanied them. So, for once we would watch one of my movie.

“Where are the snacks?” I asked as I plopped down on the couch, stomach growling slightly.

“Um, kitchen?” Haven awkwardly chuckled, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. Idiot forgot to bring them out.

I hit pause on the movie and slowly got up, glaring at Haven. One job. She had one job. Annoyed, I stomped off in the direction of her kitchen. A handful of minutes later I was back on the sofa, chowing through a bowl of popcorn, completely immersed in the scene at hand.

“Might wanna save some for me maybe?” Haven piped up from her seat on the couch a little while later. I gazed at her through the corners of my eyes and had to hold back a laugh. Haven’s beautiful features were scrunched up in a scowl, her lower lip slightly pouting, as she glowered at the screen. Shit, she really did hate this movie. Oh, well, suffer.

“Nah, think you’re good,” I grinned at her, my ‘nah’ sounding more like ‘nuh’ as my accent slipped through.

Suddenly I was hit with something hard. Confused, my eyes trailed down to the couch pillow that lay innocently next to me. That bitch. My attention quickly snapped back to Haven, who was giggling quietly to herself. Narrowing my eyes, I picked up the pillow and chucked it at her. With a dull thud, the pillow met her face.

Uncontrollable laughter shook my body and soon, my eyes were watering. I couldn’t help it. Haven’s dumb expression had been especially memorable and right then I wished I had a camera. Her brown eyes were wide with shock, a slight frown creasing her brows while her mouth hung agape. She sat there, gaping at me, completely dumbfounded.

A large grin spread across her face and soon she found herself laughing. Our laughter rang through the empty house, echoing. Somewhere in between laughing, Haven had ended up in a ball on the couch, while I had found my way to the floor. Tears were now flowing freely down my cheeks.

“Oh fuck we’re s-so lame,” Haven hooted, her voice slightly muffled.

“Fuck y-you,” I gripped my burning sides, trying to control my laughing.

“Oh God!” Haven hooted again, her laughter bellowing out once more.

“Shut up,” I roared, laughing harder. Was that even possible?

After another twenty minutes or so of laughing, Haven and I finally calmed down. My sides were on fire and I was pretty sure I had mascara-stained tear marks down my cheeks. God, it had been so long since I had laughed like that. And, yes I know, it really wasn’t that funny, but you know what they say – small things amuse small minds.

“I think it’s safe to say that the movie is officially over,” Haven voiced after a couple minutes of silence.

Now it was my turn to be dumbfounded. I swear we hadn’t been laughing that long… had we? I glance towards the T.V. and sure enough, the credits were rolling. Well damn. I was actually looking forward to watching this movie, even if I have seen a million times.

“Aww,” I pouted, pulling my best puppy-eyed look on Haven. Hopefully she would let me restart it again.

“Not a fucking chance,” Haven growled playfully. Damn her and her cold heart.

“But Hav,” I pouted some more, hoping that she would give in to me.

“No. No and no,” she quickly looked away, looking at anything except me.

“Fine,” I sighed. A quick glance at the clock told me it was already half past eight. Damn it was getting late and I wasn’t sure if I was going to stay or not. I sighed again. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to have to deal with my mother or sister.

As if reading my mine, my phone went off. Its dull ring muffled by the couch pillows and junk food. Grumbling incoherent words, I rotated my body to face the couch and begun searching for my phone. A scowl had replaced my pout.

“Hello?” I lazily mumbled into the phone once it had been found.

“Amelia, mom wants you home,” my sister breathed on the other end, her tone one of disinterest.

“Then why are you phoning?” I inquired, pinching the bridge of my nose. Great. There was only one reason why Carla would phone.

“Just get your ass home loser.”Without waiting for a reply, she hung up.

“Bitch,” I muttered, scowling at the phone. Sighing, I climbed to my feet. I really didn’t want to go home now, not when I knew what was waiting for me at home.

“What’s up?” Haven asked, her face a mask of worry.

“Mother wants me home,” I ran a hand down – well up – my face and supressed the urge to scream.

“What! Why?” Haven whined, clearly not happy.

“Fuck knows,” I grumbled as I struggled to my feet. Haven sighed in defeat and jumped off the couch and followed me to the front door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I pulled into a tight hug.

“I’ll fetch you okay?” She stated matter-of-factly. Well, there was no arguing with her.

“Yeah, that would be great,” I smiled and pulled the door open.

I stepped into the cool dark and shudder, I hated walking home in the dark. It was a fear I had thanks to South Africa – one does not simply walk home in the dark. You never, ever walk home in South Africa. Not if you wanted to end up dead. I shuddered again, remembering all those horrific news stories I’d see once a week.

“I’ll let you know when I get home,” I called back to Haven.

“Alright, night Ams!” She yelled after me and then shut the door, leaving me alone in the dark with my thoughts.

Notes

Just a short little filler.

Enjoy

C.H. Sullivan

Title cred: Hollywood Undead - Usual Suspects