𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ~ 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚

"No".

"What do you mean no? It's a terrible movie, one of the worst".

"Maybe, but you're not exactly a man of culture".

"Like hell I'm not".

"Oh please, you watched prom night unironically".

"Prom night", he began and sighed loudly as if the idea of besmirching the good name of prom night was unfathomable. "Prom night is a....". She cut him off.

"It might be considered to be a quote on quote 'classic' but it's still terrible and you know it". She threw a tiny piece of French fry at him and gave him a smirk.

"But it's....".

"Don't even try", she held her hand up to dismiss what he way about to say. "It frickin sucks".

"But it's a classic".

"Says you", she snorted. "A seasoned slasher flick critic", she smirked.

"I am a slasher flick critic, thank you very much".

"Yeah right, you're a Jamie Lee Curtis lover, not a slasher flick critic". Randy sighed and kept his lips tightly shut, this argument was futile, there was no point in continuing. She gave him a shit-eating grin, grabbed another fry from his plate and chucked it at him.

"Heyyy, what did you do that for?" He disagreed loudly.

"Just felt like it".

They were currently sitting in an old-fashioned diner. The color scheme and the lights would've normally hurt her eyes but she appreciated the atmosphere, something about it made her feel very nostalgic. Thankfully, the jukebox was finally fixed after a two-month long hiatus. Elvis Presley sang about his burning love.

Randy grabbed the bottle of ketchup and tried to squeeze it out onto his plate, nothing came out. He sighed. "Can this day get any worse?"

"Sure it can, lots of things can happen. For one, you could get gutted like a fish".

He raised an eyebrow at her, as if to say that the thought was absolutely ridiculous and would never happen in a town like this.

"Wishful thinking, I guess", she shrugged her shoulders and cracked her knuckles. This town was the most boring town she had ever seen, nothing exciting ever happens around here.

She gazed outside the window, into the parking lot, nothing. She rolled her eyes and placed her lips on the multicolored straw, she gently sipped the remainder of her milkshake. Her fingers touched the glistening clear liquid on the outside of the glass, it was cold. The diner was cold tonight. She almost shivered, she was wearing a thin black tank top, it did her no good against the cool atmosphere.

The diner door opened and a pair of young men walked in. One had dark locks on the longer side, intense brown eyes and a slight disappointed look on his face. The other one looked taller and goofier, he sported a large Cheshire cat-like grin on his face. The pair turned around and saw Randy and the girl sitting in one of the larger booths. The one with the unnerving smile creeped behind Randy noiselessly in an attempt to scare him. The girl said nothing, her expression gave nothing away. The one with the darker features smiled almost conspiratorially at the girl, as if they were in on their own little dirty secret. She paid the pair no mind as the goofy one scared the other by plunging a wet finger into one ear and screeching into the other.

"Real funny Stu", Randy said with no hint of humor in his tone.

"I was just trynna give you a good scare, ya know, to get the blood pumping and all", Stu said with a goofy grin.