"Have you seen this movie?" Luke asks me.
"Nope," I say popping the 'p'. "Have you?"
"Yeah. Once when I was younger, but I didn't understand it," he says.
"What's it about?"
"Some kid has this memory glitch, blackout thing, and tries to fix it to get everyone happy. I'm not sure other than that, to be honest," he smiles. I laugh.
I pull my phone from my pocket and check the time. It's only around five in the evening. I text my mom to let her know I'm here. Then, I open my twitter and scroll through my timelone; one tweet catches my eye.
"@CaseyRyannn: I hope tonight will end up good for me.. Sick of waiting for him to be over it.."
Well that couldn't be more about me. She might as well just tag me in it. I look across the room and see that Michael is also on his phone. I creep on his twitter to see if he's tweeted anything that could be towards me, but I see nothing. I'd be lying if I said I didn't go through his favorites as well. Of course, he favorited Casey's tweet. He knows she likes him. I hit the back arrow to go and creep through his pictures, but instead I see that he tweeted twenty-one seconds ago.
"@MichaelGClifford: fresh start tonight. :)" Fucker.
The door opens and Casey is walking through with her hands full. She kicks the door closed. "I've got popcorn, chocolates, and sodas. Robin will bring the blankets in a minute. It get colds down here because it's the basement," she says and we all mumble a "thanks". She sets the stuff on the table in front of us and plops down on the unoccupied couch.
"What are you looking at?" Luke says, peeking over to my phone, looking cute.
"Nothing," I say with a sly smile.
"Creeping? He's right there.." he whispers after he sees that I'm on Michael's twitter.
"I know. I was curious as to whom he was talking about, but now I know," I smile.
"And who was he tweeting about?"
"I'll just show you," I smile and let him read Casey's tweet first, then Michael's.
"Timeout!" he silently yelled. "They like eachother?" he says, clearly confused.
"She likes him. She always has, but I didn't know he liked her too," I inform him.
Casey gets up to pop in the DVD and turn on the projector. She complains when she's not tall enough to hit the button on the machine.
"Michael, can you help me?" she pouts.
"Sure thing, love." He says with such an unexplainable tone that I almost feel like it's a jab towards me. Paranoid. I know.
"Thanks," you can see her blush even through the dimly lit room.
There's a knock at the door and it opens narrowly. Robin, Casey's mom, smiles and enters the room.
"I only have two blankets left. I was washing them when you came home. These were washed earlier, with the towels. You're going to have to share until the next bunch is out," she smiles and lays them on the couch. "So what did you guys pick?" she asks.
"The Butterfly Effect," I tell her.
"Oh, that's my favorite. Creepy, but such a good thought," she says. "Well...I'll let you get on with it," she smiles and leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Michael, you can take this one," Case says, handing him one of the blankets. "You guys can share this one?"
"That's fine," Luke says from beside me. Casey throws him the heavy blanket, but it lands on me.
"That's silly! We can share," Michael smiles a charming smile to her.
"O-okay," she says shyly. Bullshit. She's never shy.
They sit down next to each other, looking straightup awkward. He looks like he'd rather be on the couch alone and she looks like a two year old child sitting in front of her presents on Christmas morning. I mentally laugh. Idiot. I throw the blanetk over Luke and I.
"We don't have to share if you don't want to," Luke says. "I'll be fine."
"I don't mind at all," I say, fixing the folded under part.
"There's a lever on each side of you. If you pull it, you get a foot stool," Casey says, leaning forward to look at us. I nod and pull mine out; we all do.
The main menu appears on the screen and I get comfortable in my seat. She hits play and the beginning credits start. I look over to the two of them and notice that she has already moved over some. Something about her sitting that close to him, isn't okay with me. He's just Michael, but he's mine. He's my best friend. Not hers. I scoot a little closer to Luke.
At the rate this is going, tonight is not going to end well...
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