"ARTIE!" I heard the distinct voice of none other than Alfred F. Jones call. He'd let himself into my house. Again. I don't know when he made the duplicate key, but he did, and I've never been able to find it to take it away from him.
I sighed and tried to ignore the blonde idiot who liked to think of himself as a great friend, going back to drinking my tea and reading the paper. Sadly, he knew me too well, and poked his head into my kitchen.
"Come watch a movie with me!"
I sighed again. It was probably a horror movie, which would scare Al so bad he'd have to spend the night again, and probably sneak into my bed at around midnight, waking me up to tell me how it's not comforting unless I'm awake 'til he falls asleep.
"What movie, Alfred?" I asked, exasperated.
"Resident Evil," he exclaimed.
Not too scary, I thought. Maybe he'll be alright…
"Fine," I said, getting up and folding up my newspaper. "Go put it in the DVD player."
He grinned and ran off to my living room, and I sighed for the third time in mere minutes. I gulped down my tea and went to the living room to find Alfred already sitting on the couch with the DVD remote, pointing it at the television, where the menu screen was repeating scenes from the movie. I sat next to Al, and he hit play.
The beginning of the movie was totally fine. In fact, Al didn't even make one squeak of fear; he actually seemed to somewhat enjoy it when the Red Queen killed off all the Hive workers. But that was before he realized they'd be coming back to life. It was when the drowned girl opened her eyes that the world went to hell. Suddenly every camera angle was the most terrifying thing ever.
About halfway through the movie, my eardrums felt like they were bleeding, and I just wanted to turn the movie off and kick Alfred out, but that wouldn't be proper, so I resisted. But boy, looking back, I really wish I'd turned that movie off. Because near the end is when the mutated T-virus finally picks a fight. And dear Lord, when it showed up, Alfred screamed. Then he tackled me, and cowered into my chest.
"Holy crap that thing is scary!" he yelled. "Make it go away! !" He flailed around on top of me, seemingly trying to reach for the remote.
"Alfred, get off!" I commanded, also flailing in an attempt to get the heavy male off of me. "The graphics aren't even good!" I pushed his head up, which made him whine in protest. He retaliated with poking my ribcage. I squeaked and let go of his head, which made it come crashing down on my chest, which made us both groan with pain.
"Owww… Artie, that hurt!" he said, moving to get up. Unluckily for me, he looked over right as the mutated T-virus decided to pop up and scare the audience, and the characters in the movie. He cried out in fear again, and moved to cuddle up to me again, but I was quicker and rolled off the couch, so he plummeted to the cushion below. I made a reach for the DVD player and quickly shut it off. Alfred peeked up from the couch cushion, looking like a child.
"I-Is it gone?" he asked, actually sounding pretty cute.
"Yes, Alfred. It's gone."
The blonde sat up and grinned. "Phew! That was pretty scary, wasn't it, Artie?"
"No. No it wasn't." I replied bluntly, moving to go back into the kitchen. I wanted another cup of tea.
"Sure it was! I don't think I'll be able to sleep alone tonight… Artie, can I—"
"Yes, Al," I said, cutting him off. "You can spend the night here."
Always the same routine.
A/N: (Ooh, new A/N style~) Maybe a little long to be a drabble, I dunno. I didn't think it deserved to be its own story. XD This was written for English class... I feel like such a geek. -w-