"Should we start from the beginning? I got like halfway through." Keely said plopping down on the couch.
"No way, the beginning is boring." Phil stated.
"Whatever you say." Keely said rolling her eyes.
In the movie, the main character, "Hayden," had been on IM late at night, and all of her 7 friends that were on-line logged off in the same split second. She kept getting strange phone calls, and she was even stupid enough to answer the door, at midnight, after all of that. But, there was no one at the door, so she closed it, but this time didn't lock it up again. And this stalker with an extremely cheesy make-up job keeps popping up everywhere. So, of course like in every horror movie that has a closet available, Hayden hides in it, but finds this psycho and runs out.
"Oh shoot!" Phil said looking down at his shirt. "Stupid Jelly!"
"Smooth." Keely giggled.
"I'll be right back." Phil said getting up.
Back to the movie-
"So then after 15 minutes of not seeing him at all, she decides that everything she just saw wasn't real. She turns the TV back on, but keeps hearing strange noises and goes to investigate and find what the strange noise was, and finds her boyfriend dead on the side of her bed. So then she decides that everything she saw before must've been real, and is searching the house. The music started to get more suspenseful.
Keely's cell phone then rang, causing her to jump nearly a foot into the air. Phil came in the room, cracking up.
"Phil! That was so not cool." Keely said. "Haven't you caused enough panic for one night?"
Phil, who was breathless from laughing, gasped, "You should've seen your face!"
"Actually, here I'll dhow you!" Still laughing, he managed to hold out his camera phone, displaying a million dollar photo of her with her eyebrows up, shoulders back, mouth open, all hovering above the couch.
She was struggling to keep a straight face, with Phil taunting her to laugh, and she eventually broke into furious fits of giggles.
Everybody who has heard Keely laugh knows that her cute, snorty, giggle is very contagious.
And anyone who has heard Phil laugh his hardest knows that his weird cackle is hilarious. They weren't laughing about the picture anymore. Every once in a while during the night they would stop what they were saying, look at each other and know what the other was thinking about, and would start cracking up again.
Ok Cammi faxed me this so I could re-type it and post it. You're in luck I have two more chapters coming up tonight! So I just have to re-type it. So Happy READING!
Chelsea and Cammi