I made my way inside her home, viewing the details of it's interior. I know I've been here before, but it's just so beautiful inside. Her parents are filthy rich, which would explain why it looks so nice.

"Shall we go upstairs?" Quinn asks.

"Yeah, sure." I nod.

I hadn't been in her room before. We had only spent time in the luxury living room so far, watching Netflix and all kinds of things. She had told me before that there was a TV up in her room, so maybe we would be able to watch something in the background. We previously watched some shows she picked out, even though she wanted me to choose since I was the guest. But I wanted to do everything I could to appear pleasing and kind to her, so I always let her pick. We watched Mean Girls, Trinkets, Cobra Kai, and even a little bit of Gotham, all ones that I ended up really enjoying.

I remember her telling me though, that after watching Gotham, she had quite a few nightmares and was scared to sleep alone, which is why I agreed to sleep over for the night. She had visions of bloodied bodies scattered across her room, and screamed in the middle of the night, waking her whole family. I felt terrible, as I had mildly suggested it, and felt it was my fault.

Quinn grabbed my hand as I hadn't moved, lost in thought, and practically dragged me up the stairs with her to her room. It was huge with a 50 inch flatscreen TV, and I stared at it in awe, jaw-dropped. "Wow…"

"I want you to choose what we watch tonight. It can be anything you want." She smiled, squeezing my hand. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the innocent action.

"If you insist." I giggled.

We pulled out our work first. I pulled out the biology stuff that I totally needed help with, and she pulled out her algebra work. We exchanges answers for the papers and then went over how we got the answers, making sure we would be prepared rather than dumbfound the next time we have to do a similar problem. Afterwards, she got under her covers and patted the spot next to her.

I gulped as I climbed in under the covers next to her.

"Alexa, lights off." She yelled.

Her lights turned off and she grabbed her remote, turning on the TV. "What do you want to watch?"

"Well, I only really like scary stuff, and judging by how you reacted to Gotham…"

"I'll be fine." She assured me. "I have you with me now."

Blushing, I responded: "How about Scream? It's not all that scary, and it's quite funny. Plus, the characters are hot."

Giggling, she nodded and searched up 'Scream' on Xfinity Demand, and boom, there it was. "Oh, I've seen that guy before! What was his name…Ghostface, right?"

"Yeah!" I smiled.

She clicked on the film as it played, and the beginning scene began to play.

*The phone rings, a girl with short blonde hair answers it*

"Hello?"

"Hello."

"Yes?"

"Who is this?"

"Who are you trying to reach?"

"What number is this?"

"What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know."

"I think you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

"It happens. Take it easy."

*The phone is hung up by the girl, only to ring again*

"Hello."

"I'm sorry, I guess I dialed the wrong number."

"So why did you dial it again?"

"To apologize."

"You're forgiven. Bye now-"

"Wait, wait, don't hang up."

"What?"

"I want to talk to you for a second."

"They've got 900 numbers for that. See ya."

*Again the phone is hung up, but rings again*

"This guy is psycho." Quinn scoffs.

"Maybe he's just lonely."

"Maybe."

"Hello."

"Why don't you wanna talk to me?"

"Who is this?"

"You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine."

"Seriously, did her parents not teach her, y'know, 'don't talk to strangers'?" Quinn giggles.

"I guess not. Or maybe she's lonely too."

"I don't think so."

*The girl shakes the popcorn she set on the stove*

"What's that noise?"

"Popcorn."

"You're making popcorn?"

"Uh-huh."

"I only eat popcorn at the movies."

"I'm getting ready to watch a video."

"Really? What?"

"Just some scary movie."

"Do you like scary movies?"

"Uh-huh."

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Oh my god, he's flirting with her…" Quinn says, confused.

"Mhm."

"But…why? Isn't he a killer?" She questions.

"Maybe he likes playing with his prey before he eats it."

"I don't know."

"You have to have a favorite."

"Uh…Halloween. You know, the one with the guy with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the babysitters. What's yours?"

"Guess."

"Uh…Nightmare on Elm Street."

"Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?"

"Yeah…Freddy Krueger."

"Freddy- that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary."

Quinn shivers at the way his voice gets lower during that line.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Just a little paranoid." She smiles.

"We can stop watching."

"No. I like it. But…do you mind if I lean against you, to feel safer?"

"Go on."

"The first one was, but the rest sucked."

"So…you gotta boyfriend?"

"Why? You wanna ask me out?"

"Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"You never told me your name."

"Why do you wanna know my name?"

"Because I wanna know who I'm looking at."

"What did you say?"

"I wanna know who I'm talking to."

"That's not what you said."

"What do you think I said?"

"Uh oh…" Quinn cringes.

"She doesn't die yet. Relax."

"No spoiling!"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

"I have to go now."

"Wait…I though we were gonna go out."

"Nah, I don't think so…"

"Don't hang up on me."

"Gotta go."

"Dont-"

*She hangs up. After a few seconds, the phone rings again*

"What do you want?"

"To talk."

"Dial someone else, okay?"

"You getting scared?"

"No, bored."

*She hangs up, but the phone rings again*

"LISTEN ASSHOLE!"

"NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH, UNDERSTAND?" *silence* "Yeah~"

"Is this some kind of…joke?"

"More of a game, really. Can you handle that~?"

"His voice is kinda nice." Quinn admits.

"Yeah. It is."

We continued to watch the movie, and every time someone died, Quinn would bury her face in my chest as if it would keep her safer than not, causing me to chuckled a little. Near the end she was laying her head on my chest entirely as my fingers grazed against her scalp, playing with her hair.

After a whopping 111 minutes, the movie was over, and Quinn was silent, nearly asleep. "You okay?"

"Mhm." She murmured.

"Tired?"

"Mhm."

I reached over her and grabbed the remote, turning off the TV. "Are you gonna be okay tonight? I feel bad for making you watch a scary movie."

"You didn't make me. I wanted to see it. And I liked it." She smiled.

"Okay. Goodnight, Quinn." I smiled.

"Goodnight." She smiled back, falling asleep