Authors Notes: Its my birthday and I'll update if I want to - Update if I want to - Update if I want to. You would update too if it happened to you, ba ba ba ba baba. Okay sorry bout that, had to do it. Well, technically yesterday was my birthday; but I wrote this with the intention of updating, and its the thought that counts right? Well, without further delay (If, in fact, anyone even reads my little babbles) Here is (drum roll please) Chapter Nine :

Movie at My Place

Not long after, we pulled onto my street. Matt parked his bike on the opposite side of the street from my house and a little bit down. "Just in case your parents come home." He explained. I didn't want to admit that this was a possibility. Mom, who worked as a paralegal down at the office in town often came home to have lunch on her hour break. Dad however? Yeah, that was one thing I was grateful I didn't have to worry about.

"Wait." I pulled him to a stop looking intently at the house.

"What is it?" he asked, a note of worry in his voice. He told me later that he thought I had seen my mother.

"Come on." I said and slinked to the side of the house, taking care not to be seen with Matt right on my heels.

I opened the side door, which led into the garage as quietly as I could and immediately heard the murmurings of two people. Once one of the speakers came into view, I throw the door open with as much force as I could and, in my best imitation of my mother, called out

"Alexander Richard Dumas!" The sight was hilarious. Alex and Jeff, who were bent over a box, shot up with a classic deer in the headlights look.

"Holy shit" Alex said, grabbing his chest.

"Language, please." I tsked, stepping fully into the garage. Matt was still behind me; trying, rather unsuccessfully, not to laugh. "And what are you two doing here, so far from school?"

"Us? What are you two doing here?" Alex, apparently over his fright, gave Jeff a sly look.

"I'll have you know, little brother, that. . ." But no excuse came to my head. Alex and Jeff, not to mention Matt, looked at me questioningly. "That as the older siblings, we do not have to answer that." I said as I walked up to them and tried to pear into the box. Alex, seeing what I was trying to do, quickly covered it up and shook his head.

"Who was the one who said they were better off not knowing this morning?" he asked, taping up the box.

"Humph. Fine." I said, crossing my arms.

"How many times do you do this, Jeff?" Matt asked looking sternly at his brother who was helping Alex lift the box onto an old red wagon.

"Ah calm down." Jeff said in what I thought was a perfect impersonation of his brother. Now it was I who was covering up a smile. "This is only the second time."

"Look, you didn't see us, we didn't see you, deal?" Alex offered. This sounded fine to me. I knew Alex didn't do this often, he liked school well enough, so I wasn't worried about him getting into trouble. Besides, who was I to judge? I looked at Matt who sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

"Deal." I replied. "Now get lost." I nodded towards the door.

"You know, you say that a lot when he's around." Alex said before high tailing it, Jeff pushing the wagon as Alex pulled it, cracking up right behind him.

"Annoying little pest." I said, sounding annoyed to try and cover for my red face. Matt just chuckled and took my hand.

"Come on, you promised me a movie." He said nudging me to the door that led into the house. I nodded and led him through the kitchen to the living room.

"Anything to drink?" I asked as he sat on the couch.

"Whatever you're having's fine." He replied and I went back into the kitchen to grab two sodas.

"So what do you want to watch?" I asked, handing him the soda and sitting next to him. I noticed he had shed his leather jacket and hung it on a nearby chair.

"Depends." He replied, looking at me quizzically. "Are you the kind of girl who'll hide behind me all through the scary parts in a movie?" he asked with dancing eyes and I smiled, taking the seat next to him.

"What do you think?" I asked in reply, raising an eyebrow. He looked at me a moment longer, then shook his head decidedly, giving a mock disappointed sigh.

"Only on the gory parts." I confessed and his smile matched mine before he shot up, making his way over to the video rack; no doubt looking for the goriest movie we owned.

He was going to have a search, I knew. My dad was the only one in the house who really liked gory movies and when he moved out he took all of them with him. My mother only watched romantic comedies, and while it was true Alex liked a good gory movie like any other thirteen year old boy, he didn't really watch movies all that much. And Me? I was always a sucker for a good Sherlock Holmes movie, or an episode of NYPD Blue, Law and Order, or my personal favorite, Law and Order: Criminal Intent.

I didn't tell him his search might be in vain, just sat back, one foot on my mothers coffee table, sipping my soda and enjoying the view. 'He likes me.' I couldn't help thinking with an instant smile. 'He's at my house trying to find a gory movie so I'll hide my face in his arm. Not that he need gore to help me get near him.' My smile widened. 'If he chose My Little Pony Tails I'd hide in him and never come out.'

My thoughts were interrupted by Matt's triumphant "Ah ha!" I looked to see which movie he grabbed but he shielded it from my view. Instead, he walked over and turned the TV and VCR on, popping the tape in. Turning back around he scanned the room before heading for the wall behind the couch.

The lights, which had tipped me off that Alex had been in the house in the first place, were now off and Matt came back to sit next to me on the couch. It wasn't exactly dark with it still being early in the day, but the drapes were drawn and the sun was on the other side of the house so it was at least dim.

As Matt sat back down on my right, I leaned forward to put my soda down on the table, I was kind of soda'd out from lunch anyway, and grab the remote. When I leaned back it was into Matt's arms. I smiled up at him before snuggling deeper into his side and handed him the remote. I rested my arm on his left leg with my hand on his knee while he let his hand slip from my shoulder down to my waist.

When the movie started, I instantly recognized it as Urban Legend, one of my movies. Though I didn't go looking for gory movies and sometimes had to look away at scenes with gore in them, it didn't turn me off of if a movie had some blood and guts. I liked the story behind this movie, so bought it when it came out on video.

True to my word, I turned my head into Matt's side at any sign of blood, even those I could stand. Throughout the movie we had shifted as we got more comfortable so I was more on my side, leaned into him. My left arm was across his chest, my right tucked in between us. I was also resting my head on his chest and his left hand was running slowly up and down my side while his right hand held my left against him. Matt had his feet propped up on the coffee table so he was practically laying down.

I don't think I have been more comfortable in all my life. I could probably fall asleep like this, you know, if it weren't for the stress of the movie. Besides, how embarrassing would that be, falling asleep on him like this? He probably already thinks I'm too forward, inviting him over to watch a movie alone in my house the day after our first date. Hmm. Maybe I should do that play-hard-to-get thing. But, well, he's already got me, hasn't he?

So distracted with my thoughts, I totally didn't see the build up for the goriest part of the movie. So far, I had remembered when all the bloody spots were coming up and closed my eyes before I could even see them. Since I wasn't paying attention, though, when this one hit my reaction was about a natural as possible. "Ugh!" I closed my eyes, remembering to hide my face at the last minute. "That was so gross." I mumbled into his side. Matt laughed at my reaction, petting my head before telling me it was safe to come out.

A few minutes later the credits were rolling and we sat up, stretching. Looking at the clock, I realized the last bell was due to ring in about ten minutes.

"So," Matt drew my gaze away from the clock. "Do I get to see your room?" he asked with a grin. I quickly flashed back to this morning to remember what state I had left it in. I remember leaving my bed unmade, but I couldn't think if I threw my clothes into my hamper before I walked out.

"Give me a sec." I said before getting off the couch and heading to my room.

I was glad I thought to check. My clothes were in a pile next to my hamper and I had thrown what I slept in last night onto my bed. I quickly gathered up all my clothes, shoved them into my hamper and put the hamper into my closet. After that I made my bed as neatly as I could in a hurry and, scanning the room one last time, I made my way back out to the living room.

Matt was studying our family pictures on the wall when I walked out. "Cute kid." He grinned at me when I walked up. I just ducked my head, blushing. He was looking at a picture my mom took of Alex and I up on the roof, matching grins on our faces as we watched our dad try and climb up after us to get us down.

"Doesn't like to get his picture taken, huh?" Matt asked, pointing to the line of family portraits that we traditionally get every year. The last five were sans dad.

"Oh, no, just since the divorce, you know, he doesn't come with us anymore. " I replied looking at another picture where I was eight, standing with my father at his contraction site, a hard hat on my head and holding a hammer.

"Oh, sorry." Matt replied, looking it. I shrugged; I was used to this response. Everyone always thought it was some bad thing that I wouldn't want to talk about.

"Don't be. It's better this way. They used to be at each other throats all the time before he left. I still see him when we have lunch every Sunday." I replied.

"So, now that you put away all your embarrassing shrines of me, can I see your room?" Matt asked teasingly and I nodded.

"Just don't look in the closet." I warned, earning a grin from him as I led him down the hall to my room.

Authors End Notes: Well, there you have it. Nothing much happened, I guess.
Nothing much happened? What are you talking about? That was totally cute the way they were watching the movie together.
Well, I thought so to, but, I mean, overall nothing much happened.
Oh whatever. I thought a lot happened. You got to know more of her family history, got to get a better picture of her house, and best of all, got to see some major Amy/Matt snuggle time.
Amy/Matt snuggle time?
You know what I mean.
I guess. So, ok, are we agreed that even though, overall, nothing much happened, It was informative and we nourished our Amy/Matt fixes?
Agreed.
Good.

Oh, that? That's just a sample of the conversations that go on in my head daily. Scare you? Sorry. Didn't mean to. Just blame it on too much birthday cake and not enough sleep. Didn't seem weird at all? I like you. :D