CHAPTER TWO
(This chapter deals more with Ben's inferiority complex)
To start the ritual Matt Damon first had to pop in my favorite movie, God's NOT Dead 2, the only movie where I don't fall in love with a lesbian. My hands shook as I handed him the sacred disk and wished for the best, soon Peyton and Tom would be here and I did not want this party to be lame for my waifu's.
Matt gargled out a sound of joy from behind the spirit mask, some blood pouring out from behind the mesh as well. I fell to the floor and tried to collect the precious crimson droplets, I had a buyer for Matt Damons blood, what she wanted to do with it I'd never know, but selling Matt's bodily fluids often made up half my paycheck.
There was a knock on the door just as the movie started playing and I opened it, it was Tom and Peyton, dressed in nothing but skin tight black latex. A wave of jealously washed over me, I didn't know that latex was allowed at this event and if I had I would be covered head to toe in it this very moment. But I put a smile on my face and graciously invited the sluts in, because GODDAMNIT I WAS BEN AFFLECK AND I DESERVED TO BE IN MANCHESTER BY THE SEA NOT CASEY! Instead of screaming this though I took a deep breath and turned my attention to the people before me. Keep it calm Ben, finish the ritual and you can take your place among Gods, I told myself as tears filled my eyes. Comforting myself did no good as I let out a high pitched shriek and ran off into Matt's bedroom, turning on the radio and listening to "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to" on repeat.