8pm:
I was standing in front of my wardrobe but there wasn't anything inside anymore. Clothes were strewn everywhere and it was hard to see my floor. Or even my bed. I don't think you'd know it's a bed. It just looked like huge accumulation of shirts, tops, jeans, bras, socks and underwear in general. I know, there were only 30 minutes left and probably I should be ready to get into my clothes but I didn't know what to wear. And that was something I was worried about. Not only the fact that there was nothing to wear but the fact that I was thinking 'bout my clothes. He was like a 'homie', like a bro even. He was just.. Jack and I shouldn't care. I was supposed to think about what he wanted to do not thinking about what to wear. But I was thinking and worrying 'bout that and now I had to deal with it. I decided that I should choose two or three outfits and pick the best one. After searching a minute I took a dark blue skinny jeans, a black and white band shirt and my black converse, black shorts plus a black tank top with the inscription "I love unicorns" plus my black vans slippers and the last one was a purple dress which was kinda short and it's neckline was... yeah. You could definitely see my boobs... I took the shorts plus the tank top and the vans. It was kinda hot outside even though it was already... 'evenfall'. Before I went downstairs I looked into the mirror and honestly, I was looking great. My hair was perfectly straightened (thanks flat iron... I love you) and my make up was discreet but it made my eyes look bigger. It couldn't take that long anymore 'til Jack would come to pick me up so I decided to sit down on the second to last stair and to wait for him.
The doorbell rang and I stood up immidiately to open the door.
"Hey" I said and gave him a smile.
"Hi" he replied and eyeballed me. "Nice shirt."
I hit his shoulder ineffectually and knit my eyebrows. "Oh... Come on..." I murmured and I think I blushed. Jack chuckled. "Let's go." he answered and led me into his car.
"What are we gonna do tonight?" I asked. Actually, I wanted to know if Alex and the guys were coming with us but it didn't seem appropriate.
"I'm gonna take you to my basement and then I'm gonna rape you 'til the morning comes." he returned.
"Okay." I agreed and looked at all the houses passing by while we were driving.
"Er... I wanted to take you to the cinema and we're gonna watch a movie."
"Yeah, that's what you usually do at the cinema" I said and grinned. "Which movie?" I wanted to know.
"You're choice. Either we can watch Hangover or Final Destination." he proposed.
"Jack, you know I don't like those movies... and I've already seen Hangover. Aren't there any other movies?"
"You gotta face up your fear. Did you ever watch a horror movie?" he asked.
"I actually didn't watch them. I... I don't do because I read the book 'The Ring' when I was about 8 years old and one time, the phone rang and it was someone saying "seven days" so, I thought that the book was becoming reality. Now I know it was a prank call but I'm afraid of those movies because I think they're real when I'm watching them. I know it's weird and childish but I can't change the way it is." I explained and I felt like getting smaller while sitting in the seat, like I was still 8.
"Oh, wait. There is actually one more movie and I think it would be a great compromise. It's called 'Dead Snow' and it's a horror comedy. I don't think it's gonna scare the shit outa you." he suggested.
"I dunno... Don't you got any movies at your home we could watch?" I wanted to know.
"Nah, I don't think so. Most of them are not... good for you and the other ones are disney movies." he answered.
"But if you wanna make me watch a horror movie I don't wanna freak out when there are actually people around me so... Tell me some names and I gonna tell you which one we're gonna watch." I answered.
"Er... High Tension, Dawn of Dead, 28 Days later, House Of Wax, Final Destination 1 – 3, Pandorum, Saw Trilogy and The Hills Have Eyes 1 and 2." he replied. I raised an eyebrow.
"I guess you got House of Wax because of Paris Hilton."
Jack grinned and nodded. "That's the only reason."
I thought over the titles.
"I... I think I pick one of The Hills Have Eyes."
"The first one was better and it is based on a good and believable story." he explained and I just nodded.
The adrenalin was rushing through my blood with every inch we got closer to his house.
"Don't get frightened because it's not... tidy at all. I did never ever show anybody my house. I mean Alex, Rian and Zack saw it but I'm talking about..."
"female creatures?" I giggled.
"Right." he replied a bit pissed.
"What?"
"Do I really look like such a jerk that you think I don't take girls home?" he asked.
"No but I understand it. I mean, who'd have sex with you in a mess." I said.
"What the fuck are you thinking about me?" Jack didn't seem to be happy.
"You don't look like a romantic, loving guy who wants to settle down and to marry the love of his life."
"And what do I look like?"
"You look like a guy who knows how to have a great fucking time and I guess that's better than such a boring, ordinary douche bag." I answered and kept staring outside the window.
...
"Oh my fucking Christ..." I murmured when we got into his house. He was right, it wasn't tidy at all.
"I told you." he said. "So, you wanna see everything or is it cool if we just walk straight into the living room?" Jack asked.
"I dunno if I want to... do I?"
"Oh, I think you don't but I also think you're a courious person so, I'll show you." he replied.
The kitchen was... not okay. I think it'd take more than 4 hours to clean it up. The living room was looking like an ordinary one. A few things here and there which you could've put in any cupboard but who cares? His bedroom was resembling mine. Clothes and shoes everywhere all over the floor. But, honestly, the bathroom was the tidiest room I've ever seen in my entire life. Every single hair care product was in file. They seemed to be ordered by size.
"Okay... that's scary. I wanna leave..." I murmured, grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the living room.
"You wanna start?" Jack asked.
"Yeah... I don't think so but... we have to." I muttered, still hoping he'd spare me. He didn't. While he was searching the DVD, he asked whether I wanted something.
"I go for something to drink." I answered.
"Sure... What do you want?"
"Oh, I'll go to get something if you don't mind."
"No, no. It's okay."
Jack was pretty lost in what he was doing so, I didn't ask him and decided to just bring a beer for him and because I wanted to survive the whole thing I mixed Wodka and Coke at no appropriate rate. I took a sip and ignored the burning running through my throat. But I didn't want to get drunk so I dumped the mixture and got I beer for me, too.
When I went back, everything was ready. My heart sank into my boots as I saw the pictures on the screen.
He tapped on the seating next to him.
"Have a seat, please."
Jack smiled and I really tried to reply it but I don't think it worked. Anyway, he was right. I had to face my fear. It wasn't normal at all that I couldn't watch horror movies just because I used to think they're real. I had to grow up.
It's just a movie..., I told myself and sat down next to Jack.
At the beginning there were clips about atomic bombs and their outcome. The pictures were... terrifying so, I covered my eyes with my hands so, I could only feel how Jack put an arm around me. I catched a glimpse watching through my fingers and after a few minutes I got straight that I wouldn't be happy 'bout watching this.