I just want to point out that if you hadn't figured it out already, I am American so I may get a few things wrong. If I do, it'd be really helpful if you corrected me! Thank you

Phil veered off to go to his sister's flat because of some emergency with her boyfriend, leaving Dan and me alone. Not that I really minded.

We walked through the doors of Blockbuster, hearing the low ding (more like a dungg). I headed straight for the movies on the right wall, where the new releases were. I hadn't realized Dan was following me until I felt him brush his hand along mine, sending me shivers. I bit my lip, telling myself it must have been an accident.

"Okay, horror movie marathon or comedy?" I studied the cover of "Mama", taking in the rotting flesh on the cover and bookmarking it in my mind.

"Er, I don't know, what sounds good to you?" he pushed the question back towards me. He seemed to be looking at some funny movies. I looked along the wall and saw "A Haunted House". I took it off the shelf and studied the back. The movie was a parody of the "Paranormal Activity" series. A comedy of a horror movie was perfect.

I turned to him and presented it, swooshing one hand under it. "How about a comedy about a horror movie?" I waggled my eyebrows. He looked amused and took the movie in his hands, studying the cover and back and squeezing his lips together. I found myself mesmerized by his lips for a few seconds, but when he started talking I quickly looked up.

"This looks great. Do you want to pick out more though?" he held the movie at his side now. We decided to split up, Dan looking at the funny movies, me searching for the horror ones. I've always been a fan of horror, but nothing seemed to scare me anymore since I was about 10. I'd seen the Exorcist, the Omen and even all the Friday the 13ths, but I did a whole lot more laughing than I did getting scared.

I looked at them, criticizing each costumes and makeup. For horror movies, you usually do have to judge it by its cover. I chose one more, named "the Last Exorcism" and looked around for Dan. It wasn't that hard, he was easily taller than anyone in the room. I spotted him in the back left corner, hunched over an armful of movies. I walked towards him, taking in his dark wash jeans and black jacket, his flat-ironed hair that was beginning to curl at the ends.

I slid a finger on the side of his neck, causing him to both throw the movies in the air and grab me by my shoulders. We both fell to the ground, DVDs raining down on us. We both got a couple to the head. He was still holding my shoulders, and it was an awkward position. Dan's eyes were wide and his elbows locked, but as soon as he saw it was me he started laughing. The arms on my shoulders relaxed, and to my dismay he let go of me.

"Sweet Jesus, Brooke what the hell?!" he looked around at the scattered DVDs.

I shook my head while laughing. I couldn't even articulate a sentence about him using both Jesus and Hell to express his surprise. I can never find the right thing to say to him. But Dan always finds the perfect, sarcastically sexy words. He fixed his hair fastidiously, smoothing it to his left. I stood up and helped him, combing my fingers through it.

He got up and we both checked out, with my 2 horror movies and his 6 comedies (reduced from the 14 he'd chosen). Once we got home, he gave me a shirt to wear and popped Kettle, Cheese and Extra-Butter popcorn to mix together. The shirt was long enough so I could wear it as an off the shoulder dress, and had a picture of a dream catcher on the front. I laid out a pallet of blankets and pillows in front of the couch.

We did eenie-meenie-minee-mo (or however it's spelled) until we had a specific order to watch them in. Mean Girls was first. Dan did an impression of Gretchen and made me snort unattractively with laughter.

Three movies later, it was 1 AM and Dan and I were kissing under the dark covers.

Okay I'm super sorry this was short I just hate it when I have to wait for stories and wanted to update as soon as possible. I will be writing this story everywhere I go now, I'm using my phone to write part of the story and emailing it to myself.