Chapter 2 - Movies and what?...More?

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I was starting to think Kyle's stomach was the same as one of a whale. The amount of food the boy consumed a day could virtually feed the whole neighbourhood, if possible.

At this moment we were in my room with me snuggled up in my small purple blanket—which I have called "blankie" since I was five years old. I was cuddling one of my teddy bears and Kyle was currently gorging himself on my chips, ben and jerry ice cream along with the sandwich he asked me to make for him.

I mean seriously I get that he was now an eighteen year old teenager with hormones increasing his need to eat, but the trouble I always got when my dad found his favourite protein bars missing was beginning to irritate me.

Needless to say that Kyle never even got a tad bit of weight gain whereas if I were to eat like him, in a few days I wouldn't even fit into my comfortable sweat pants and even socks. Yes socks.

"I think Christopher Walken overacted here a bit." Kyle said through a mouthful of chips.

One of the reasons of why I was snuggled in my sheets, clutching my teddy was because we were currently finishing off the last part of Sleepy Hollow. The movie terrified the life out of me every time but it was one of those movies that was my favourite because of the fact that Johnny Depp and Chris Walken were in it.

"Christopher Walken is amazing!" I bellowed, already getting offended by his remark.

"Keya, calm your tits I was referring to his character in here."

"You cannot just insult The Walken."

He smirked at me when the credits on my plasma TV suited right above my wall, opposite my bed, started rolling.

"It's just the way he talks." He defended himself.

"What about the way he talks?" I scowled.

"Keya, c'mon, you have to know what I'm talking about," he squashed himself closer to me.

"But that's what makes him The Walken, it's his way," I argued.

"Okay-okay fine. I do admit he is amazing but..."

"But?! There's no buts!" I shouted.

He grinned at me snidely for a while.

"Cheese." He said unexpectedly, but what was more unexpected was the change of in his accent. He sounded off and somehow so familiar that I could only laugh when he tried to imitate Christopher Walken.

"I like it." He continued. "Cheddar, Gouda you name it."

At this rate I was snort laughing in fits of giggles.

It's the fact that he was now actually off the bed doing the same surprised actions Christopher Walken would tend to do.

"It's interesting because cheese smells the same as feet. I like it. Ooh!" He continued.

"...stop! I can't." I tried to talk between another fit of laughter.

He chuckled at this and we were both laughing uncontrollably now.

"You should definitely consider voice interpretation as your vocation," I mocked as I straightened myself into a sitting position on the bed.

He made an upside down scowling face at me, his head was currently suited at my lap. And his whole body was sideways across the bed.

"Nah," He swatted his hand away.

Then he closed his eyes and breathed in, as if in relaxation, as if he were falling asleep.

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