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Clip #7: The Movies

Hi!

Sorry for the wait, I'm just too lazy to write sometimes.

This story is partially.... or completely.... based on when I went to the movies with my friends (though there are three of us in real life and only two in the story). I thought it was hilarious, so I decided to make it into a story.

This story is not really about Leyla and South and focuses more on a friendship we will definitely see more of! I hope you love these new characters as much as I do!

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South POV

*This chapter contains a lot of cringy Twilight stuff. If you are triggered by the loss of shirts, awful makeup jobs, or Bella Swan, do not continue reading. This chapter may irritate both Jacob and Edward fans, as there is much hate and love for both. Please keep in mind that the movies are trash and the books are much better, even if they are very strange. There are also spoilers for the last movie, read at your own risk.*

Leyla covered her eyes as Carslile's head was ripped off, whimpering a little.

"This did not happen in the books!" she whisper-yelled angrily.

We were the only ones in the theater, watching the last movie in the Twilight Saga. It was a Tuesday night, and the seasons were slowly inching their way towards winter. Leyla had asked me to come along with her to see the last Twilight movie, which had so far made us both blush wildly, grossed out, and it had made Leyla very angry.

"Jasper too??"

I shrugged. I kept getting their names mixed up and I really only cared about Jacob.

People continued to die. Werewolves fell into a giant hole in the ground. Jacob was running away with Renesmee.

"Are. You. Fluffy. Kidding. Me."

I pointed at the screen. "At least Edward's hair is still ugly. And Bella is still lame."

"True."

"And Jacob is still beautiful."

"Stars, South, I know, you've told me about a million times. He's so angry though!"

"Yeah, so are you right now."

She paused. "Yes, I am.... but with good reason!"

"I'm pretty sure he had a good reason too."

"Did he?"

"Uh, yeah, his crush was MARRYING and vampire that could KILL HER. It's like if I left you for Jacob, you'd be mad."

"So mad."

"You get mad if someone steals a cookie."

"Uh, yeah, food is the most important thing in my life. It's like stealing my child."

"Ouch."

She put a hand on my arm. "Don't worry, I'd be fluffy angry if someone stole you, though I probably couldn't do much."

"Good thing I wouldn't let myself get kidnapped."

She shrugged. "Oh, you never know. Someday you could meet a beautiful, wonderful girl who makes you feel things you never knew you could feel."

"Ah, well, cross that off the bucket list," I said, instinctively but carefully. I knew by the heat in my cheeks that I was blushing. Leyla's face was red too, and she pressed her hands against her cheeks to cool them. A small smile graced her lips.