I don't own Fright Night or the characters, cause if I did...lets just say, things would've happened differently if I did.
PROLOGUE:
Charley groaned and rolled over, just to fall out of bed. Again. He seemed to do that every damn morning, even if he was fully wake. His phone started ringing from somewhere on his bed. He must have fallen asleep in the middle of texting. Swiping the phone from the tangled sheets, he pressed accept before pitting the phone against his ear.
"Hello?" Seeing as he was still half asleep, his voice came out deep and clouded. He could he shuffling on the other end of the phone, as someone was trying to get comfortable before they spoke.
"Charley? Are you still spending the weekend at mine?" Asked his uncle Peter. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, why?"
"Just wanting to know. And Charley?"
"Yeah, uncle Pete?"
"I have someone I want you to meet, so after school come straight over, okay?"
"Sure, will do uncle Pete."
"Alright then, have a good day at school."
"Unlikely." I muttered under my breath, but my uncle managed to hear and laughed, then we exchanged goodbyes.
After getting dressed into my uniform and everything else sorted, I grabbed my phone and legged it down the stairs.
"Morning Char-Bear, you have everything sorted for staying at Peters, right?" Mum asked, her tone full of worry.
"Mum, are you forgetting that, like, half of my stuff is at uncle Pete's house?" I questioned. She just smiled and laughed.
"Well, I just don't want my brother on the phone complaining to me about much you are alike to your father." She pulled me into her embrace, and nearly suffocated me. When she let go, I grabbed an apple, my bag, hat and phone, then set of out the door. I put my bag on my back, hat on my head, earphones in my ears, then grabbed my skateboard from the garage and set off for school. What a long day this is gonna be.
After reaching the school gates, I threw the apple core in the bin stepped off of my board. I was jostled forwards as someone barreled into me.
"Hey dude, who's house you at this weekend, your dads or uncles?" Matt asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. I shook my head at him and smiled.
"I stopped going to dads when he married that whore." I replied to my very dense and very weird friend. We started making our way to first period when I felt it. A pulling sensation in my gut. I felt as if someone was watching me. I turned my head, but saw no one. Damn, I need more sleep. Deciding to ignore these feelings, I walked to first period.
Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know, that cause I'm British and know nothing of America, I'm setting this in England, and I'm changing it around a bit. Hope you like this! :D