Friday was, as it had always been for as long as I could remember, movie night. My best friend Jaxon would come over to my house with a bad horror movie and we'd pop it in the DVD player, cuddle up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, and make fun of all the horribly dramatic and gory deaths happening on the screen before us. Tonight, however, was slightly different. My parents were out of town; they didn't know Jaxon would still be coming over, but I doubted they would mind. He'd been over plenty of times, what was one night without any supervision going to do?
I was stepping out of the shower when I heard the doorbell ring, my eyes flickering to my phone in surprise. It was later than I'd thought; how long had I been in the shower? I quickly shook my head (as though that might possibly clear my thoughts), toweling myself off as best I could as I scrambled into my bedroom, hoping Jaxon wouldn't leave before I could get to the door. I threw on the first bra my hand touched, slipping on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants (I personally didn't like panties; Jaxon wouldn't notice, besides), skittering out of my room and down the stairs. I threw open the front door as though Johnny Depp were waiting there for me, grinning at the boy staring back at me. He was of average height, just an inch or so taller than myself, with thick brown hair and doe like eyes. I was always incredibly jealous of his eyelashes... they were long and thick, the type you see on male supermodels. He was attractive, no doubt, but I'd never really thought of Jaxon in that way. We exchanged a hug and a few pleasantries, Jaxon's eyes flickering across my recently scrubbed face and soaking hair.
"I have a surprise for you." His voice was joking as he tugged on a strand of my wet hair, sending a few droplets falling.
"Oh? What is it?"
"You'll see! Let's watch the movie in your room, it's cozier. Your parents aren't home, right?"
I gave him an incredulous look as he stepped inside, shutting the front door and turning towards the stairs, "Well, alright. And no, they're out for the weekend."
"Good!" a mischievous smile flickered across his features, his white teeth flashing for a moment before vanishing behind his lips. He hopped up the stairs, long legs taking him up much faster than I. By the time I got there he had put the DVD in and turned the TV on, sprawled across my bed in an almost comical fashion. I smiled, pausing for a moment as realization flashed haphazardly across my face.
"Oh! Popcorn, I forgot all about it. I'll jus-"
"No!" Jaxon said a little too quickly, making me jump. He smiled apologetically before patting the bed beside him, "No, uh, don't worry about it. Come here."
"Uh... alright." I looked at him oddly before turning the lights off and climbing up onto the bed, sitting a little ways away from him with my legs folded in front of me. My gaze flickered to him as he caught my sleeve, pulling me a little closer. As he did so he hit a button on the remote; I assumed that he hit the play button, my gaze flickering back to the screen as he snuggled up next to me. None of this was strange at all; we'd been doing this for ages. What was happening on the screen before me, however, was NOT something we'd been doing for ages.
