#Chapter131
The look he gave me said that he had been expecting that. /"Okay. Fair enough. How about... how about you go choose what lame film you want to watch- you still want to watch movies with me, right? I don't... you're not gonna run out on me, are you?/"
/"I'll stay./" I didn't wait around to let him say anything else. The living room was darkened but I flicked the lights on, snatched up the remotes and clicked the shit out of it until the t.v roared to life.
Horrors were my favourite thing to watch, quickly followed by comedies, but my whole life felt like a fucking joke right now so I searched through the horrors he had on the box. My heart wasn't in it. My eyes scanned the names but I wasn't really seeing anything.
/"Can we talk about what just happened?/" Deacon asked a few minutes later when he came in, dropping down on the armchair in the corner as I had stolen the place on the couch that he usually sat.
