"Hey. Brought some soda," Mae said as she walked into Bea's house.
"Sweet. Put it in the fridge, Mayday." Bea explained, motioning towards the fridge, "Oh, by the way, my dad isn't here tonight."
"Really now? So, I can be disgustingly sweet and romantic towards you?" Mae joked, closing the fridge door.
"No, please spare me," Bea said in a tone so blank and dry that Mae couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.
"Too bad… uh, cutie,"
"No, stop," Bea prayed, clutching her chest with one hand and dramatically throwing the other one up in anguish.
"No, not emotions!" Mae imitated.
Bea chuckled, before holding up three discs, "Okay, so which movie do you wanna make fun of?"
All three comedy films were produced at low budget and sold as such, as each one costed a dollar at most. One of said films was a blatant rip off the the cult classic Garbo and Malloy movie. Despicable. Another told the story of a book club that accidentally read an ancient book that unleashed hell upon the planet. The packaging said that it was a hilarious movie that the whole family could enjoy. The last movie seemed to be a documentary about the Roman Empire? Either Bea picked up a movie from the wrong genre, or it was a really obscure joke.
"Uh, how about the Garbo and Malloy fake." Mae pointed, "I want them to pay for their copying sins."
"All your doing is making fun—" Bea began.
"THEY MUST PAY!" Mae shout throwing her arms up. Bea chuckled again, before putting the disc into her DVD player.
Following that, the two had a nice time noticing and pointing out everything wrong with the knockoff. They couldn't even get their cameras to focus correctly. It was a shame. After the movie and their hour-and-a-half-long cuddle ended, Bea stood up.
"Sorry Mae, but I gotta got to work tomorrow," Bea yawned, stretching.
"Oh, alright," Mae said while getting up.
"I can drive you home if you want me to, though," Bea mentioned, putting her cigarette out in an ashtray nearby.
"Nah, I can manage," Mae responded, hugging Bea from behind.
"Heh, alright, cutie, just don't get kidnapped," Bea mentioned with a slight red tinge in her cheeks.
"Alright, Beabea." Mae agreed, hugging Bea for a few more seconds before letting go and heading towards the door, "Bye!"
"See you," Bea smiled, turning the DVD player off.
Although the air had been warm just a few hours prior, it was frigid now. It felt as though winter had rolled back into Possum Springs. And, that was pretty unnatural, as it was practically summer. Mae was starting to regret not taking Bea up on that ride home.
Once Mae had gotten home, she headed up to her attic bedroom. She plugged in her phone before focusing her attention over to her laptop. She had gotten messages from Angus while hanging out at Bea's.
"Hey mae. me and angus need to settle an argument. what would be better, unlimited money or control over the mints?"
Mae considered the options for a moment before typing a response.
"unlimited money sound better"
"ha i told him that but he thinks that wouldn't be good"
"what? but its unlimited money"
"I know, right?"
"alright hopefully that settles your argument goodnight"
"Goodnight dweeb"
Mae looked at the time, realizing half an hour had gone by since she got home. And, even then it was about about midnight. She needed her beauty sleep. And so, she turned in for the night, taking off her shoes before pulling the comforter back and falling asleep.
Darkness. She felt lost, yet she knew exactly where she was. A deep, powerful presence surrounded her. Her eyes darted from side to side, struggling to see anything. Suddenly, she saw something huge in front of her, causing her to back up. She looked up, seeing a familiar entity.
"You again?" Mae asked, her voice shaking with a slight tinge of terror.
The goat… thing didn't respond, yet Mae understood it. It wasn't mind-reading or anything, Mae just… knew. And, she knew that it was unhappy. She knew that it was still there. She knew it wanted her to come back. She knew this was happening for a reason. She knew—
Sunlight streaked into her room. Mae opened her eyes, seeing her bedroom. It was all a dream? Wow, how cliché. But, a dream it was. She was sure of it. Just a paranoid imagination run free. Mae looked out the window. It was late in the afternoon, yet everything was okay. The only thing that wasn't okay was how she looked in the reflection of the window. Ugh.