I found this one difficult for some reason, but I got there in the end. Tucker was fun to right here~
PhantomBowtie: I'm glad! I might write one in the future, but it will be the distant future with the rate I'm going XD
ellameno: Three from you! Thank you 3 Yes, everyone needs a Danny in their lives. And what is the reason behind your not liking mermaidAU fics?
Deborahpflover: I tried to make it as entertaining as possible. They really are just thoughts, and I enjoyed the challenge of turning into an actual scene, unlike Tucker's one. Perhaps I'll do more like this...
V.I.Y.H: Sam is awesome! I love her character so much c:
10th May: Western
"Isn't there anything else we can watch?"
"We must have seen everything here apart from that, though!"
"Sam, you have hundreds of movies. There must be at least one other we haven't seen yet."
"Oh, lighten up. It's a sequel to one of my most favourite movies ever. Let's give it a try, ok?"
"But it's a western," Tucker groaned loudly, rocking back on his seat, "I hate westerns. Can't we just re-watch Zombie Garden Massacre Three?"
"We've seen that loads of times! Look – even Danny's agreeing with me." She had spotted me nodding. To be honest, I couldn't care less what movie she put on. I'd probably have to leave for a ghost fight or two half way through. I could never sit down for long enough to finish one, not ever since all this ghost business first began anyway.
It took quite a while, but eventually Tucker gave in with a loud and purposeful sigh, before slumping back down and resting a hand on his chin with a grumpy expression. He proceeded to spend the next fifteen minutes that involved set-up time and watching the beginning of the movie (also even while we grabbed popcorn and made slushies) wearing a pout that made him look more stupid than was probably intended. He made comments and insulted the film wherever possible, and for most of the time I was tempted to side with him, because it was actually quite bad. In my opinion, of course. Sam was completely gushing though, letting out exciting - but composed - squeals whenever the two main characters did something all romance-y. I tried to smile with her when she looked at me and I stroked the back of her hand once or twice when something sad was happening.
"Wait, I've seen this bit before!" Tucker suddenly shouted as one of the cowboys drew out his gun, then he paused, his mouth open, "… oh wait, my bad, I actually haven't. Sorry, all western movies are the same and I mistook it for something I actually enjoyed."
"They're not all the same!" Sam shouted from my other side, "this one has a some great plot twists that you haven't seen yet! They've still got to-"
"Are you saying it's not almost finished yet?"
"Not nearly!"
(I took it upon myself to press the pause button on the remote control).
"Oh, great!" he rolled his eyes, "how long more? Two, three hours?"
"Tucker," I interjected, "we've only been watching this film for about twenty-five minutes."
It fell silent after that for some reason. And I'm not going to lie, it was an extremely long film. He grumbled for a long time (and we managed to ignore him), but eventually Tucker fell asleep. We threw a blanket over him and then Sam grabbed one for ourselves from the other side of the room. Snuggling together, she rested her head in the crook of my neck and set the half-full popcorn bowl on my lap. She ate most of it, and I tried my best to pay attention. Sam helped me so much with what I had to do on a daily basis without question, the least I could do is listen when she talks about her hobbies that I don't share with her, or what she wants to watch a film that I wasn't really interested in. There were actually a few scenes that were ok. I found myself enjoying the ones in the bars.
I might have been the last to fall asleep, I think. Sam's breathing slowed beside me and her arm didn't move from its spot slung around my chest and onto my shoulder. Putting the screen in front of me to the back of my mind, I let my thoughts spiral downwards until I fell into a little doze.