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"Okay guys, here's the super-big important question," Tucker announced, holding two DVDs from Blockbuster in his hands. "The Exorcist, or The Ring- Japanese version?"
The week had quickly flown by since Tuesday, and the trio was spending their Friday night at Sam's house, in her private home theater, watching movies. With some help from the maids and no help from Sam, since Danny prohibited her from helping because of her broken ankle, and made her sit in a chair, where she sulked and cursed below her breath until they were done, they had successfully moved two extremely soft and comfy couches into the room, since nobody was in the mood to sit in individual theater seats, no matter how comfortable the were. The theme for tonight's movie night was "the good old fashioned horror fest," with the scariest, goriest movies they could find, and the trio was having a particularly good time watching them. They had already watched The Silence of the Lambs, Psycho, and Dead Alive, this particular one being so gory that they were all a little green afterwards. It was past midnight, and the house was still and quiet, since all the maids were asleep and Sam's parents had just left for a two-week business trip to Hong Kong, leaving the trio the only ones awake in the gigantic mansion, and they only had one more movie to go.
Sam laughed at how serious Danny and Tucker's expressions were and how much they were thinking about this highly critical, "life-altering" question. "Put in The Exorcist, I haven't seen that one before," Sam decided. She was greeted with two stunned and shocked expressions, as Danny and Tucker tried to comprehend that she hadn't seen one of the greatest horrors of all time.
"Sam, where have you been?" Tucker asked incredulously. "I can't believe you haven't seen one of the best horrors ever!"
Sam just shrugged as her answer; she hadn't purposely not watched the movie, it was just one of those things that she somehow had never found a chance to watch before, even though it was a classic. Danny chuckled at the scene, still a little surprised at this interesting fact he had just learned about his best friend, but finding Tucker going crazy while Sam just zoned out quite comical.
Tucker, not wasting any more time, had already shoved the DVD in, skipped through the previews, and pressed the play button on the remote. He ran to the light switch and turned the lights off, and then sprinted to a couch, throwing a blanket, a pillow, and a teddy bear over him, an expression of excitement and horror as he pulled the blanket up to his eyes, prepared to cover them at any second.
Danny and Sam, sitting together on the couch beside him, laughed aloud at his actions, but Sam couldn't help but become a tiny bit scared- all three of them were extremely brave and almost never terrified by horror movies, especially Danny, he seemed to be immune to even the scariest horror classics, but seeing Tucker get so frightened already, before the movie had even begun, made her a little apprehensive- maybe this movie was actually scary after all...
She subconsciously scooted towards Danny a little, already a natural instinct for her whenever she was nervous or frightened. Danny smiled to himself at her actions- he could read her like a book and could tell that at the moment she was becoming a bit uncomfortable.
An hour went by...
Through this hour Tucker had screamed (like a girl) three times, spilled the popcorn on the coffee table beside him that he knocked over when he had jumped in a certain scene, and had knuckles that were slowly beginning to turn white from clutching to the blanket so tightly. Meanwhile, Sam's eyes were wide open, the size of ping-pong balls, clutching a pillow tightly, her face pale and white. Danny was watching the movie with mild interest, scratching a mosquito bite on his neck and wondering where he got it from.
As Sam and Tucker became more and more engrossed in the movie, Sam had moved a foot closer to Danny from her original position on the opposite end of the couch, sitting inches away from him now. She had turned bone-white by now, and when, halfway through the movie, another person jumped out through the darkness, she suddenly whimpered and cuddled into Danny's arms, hiding her face in Danny's chest, and clutching to his t-shirt with might power.
Danny was taken completely by surprise from this gesture, but smiled a little, making a mental note to find more truly terrifying horror movies to watch together. Noticing that she was shaking slightly, he tightened his arms around her and rubbed her back soothingly, while gently whispering, "It's just a movie Sammy, just a movie. It's not real."
Sam relaxed considerably after a few minutes, finding Danny as a source of comfort extremely helpful. She blushed lightly and moved her face so that she could look into his eyes (or what little she could see of them in the darkness, since the television was the only source of light), and saw him staring back into hers. Smiling slightly, she whispered, "Thanks."
Danny chuckled quietly and replied, "You're welcome Sammy." Sam scowled when hearing him use her nickname again, but decided to ignore it for now. She moved her head so that one side of her face was rested on Danny's well-toned chest, and so she could see the huge screen. For the rest of the movie she lied there in his arms peacefully, not finding the movie nearly as scary as it was before when she was this close to Danny, his rhythmic heart beat soothing her when she got scared. Amazingly enough, Tucker hadn't noticed what had happened at all between the two, too engrossed into the movie and terrified to come back to reality yet.
Finally the credits appeared on the screen, and Tucker, shaking a little and as pale as he could be, sprinted to the light switches, turning every single light on in the room, then doing the same for the bathroom and hallway. By the time he had come back, Danny and Sam, both blushing a little, had quickly moved away from each other and sat on the opposite sides of the couch again. Though they didn't say it aloud, the two of them were thinking about how warm and comfortable they had been in each other's arms, missing the extremely enjoyable feeling they had just experienced. Trying to stifle a huge yawn that was trying to escape from her, Sam stretched a little before slowly getting up to take the DVD out, but Danny, noticing what she was about to do, quickly grabbed her elbow and held her back, getting up as he did so.
"Sam, you look exhausted and you have a broken ankle; I'll take care of it," he said kindly while walking calmly towards the DVD player. Sam scowled as she stared at his back and stubbornly got up, ignoring what he had said. She limped as quickly as she could over to him, before startling him and grabbing the DVD from his hands, putting it in, and closing the box.
"For goodness sake, Danny," she muttered grumpily. "I'm not an overly-hormonal pregnant lady and haven't broken half my bones in my body! I've only broken my ankle, and I'm not too exhausted to do something as minor as this! Let me burn a few calories, will you?" By now she had thrown the DVD back onto the coffee table and was staring at Danny with her small, beautiful hands on her hips, her hair messy from moving around so much during the movie, and her face twisted into an expression of deep annoyance. Still, Danny couldn't help but crack a smile and let a laugh slip; she looked adorable.
"Overly-hormonal pregnant lady?" Danny quoted, knowing he had to say something before she got even more annoyed; her mouth was already opening to begin another rant. Instead, she blushed from this comment and put a hand behind her neck in embarrassment.
"It was all I could think of at the moment," she mumbled. "I was too annoyed to make sense." Danny couldn't help but laugh once more, she was very adorable and cute to watch when she was embarrassed, and soon Sam was laughing too; his smile and laugh were too contagious, she could never stay angry with him for too long.
It was then that Tucker walked in, talking to someone on his cell phone. Color was still coming back into his face, and he looked pretty tired himself.
"Yeah mom, I'll leave right now," he mumbled. "Y-yeah, love you too," he quickly added, turning red as he said this, while Danny and Sam held back their laughs. He shut off the phone and, ignoring their smiles, said, "Well, I think we should call it a night," he commented, looking at his watch. "Or morning," he said, surprised. "Its almost three A.M.!"
"Wow, time really does fly when you're having fun," Sam said thoughtfully. "Or when you're being scared out of your wits," she added, grinning.
Still red, Tucker continued. "Yeah, well we're never watching The Exorcist again. Or any other horror movie for that matter. Or at least for a while..."
Danny and Sam laughed at this, while Danny threw to Tucker his car keys, and transformed into ghost himself. Danny grabbed the DVDs, saying he'd return them to Blockbuster in the morning, and the trio walked out of the home theater and through the house until they were at the main door, their usual farewell spot as always. They were all wiped out from staying up for so long, and groggily mumbled goodbyes to each other. When Tucker had driven away and Danny had flown home, Sam slowly walked all the way up the long flight of stairs leading to her bedroom, went to her bathroom (which was connected to her room) and hastily brushed her teeth and changed into pajamas, before climbing into her huge bed and snuggling against the thick layers of blankets. She sighed contently and closed her beautiful eyes, letting sleep overcome her. Little did she know that she wasn't about to get much.
That was the first night that Sam started having the nightmares.
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