Trent had been out of Oleander’s sight for the majority of the date, she wasn’t worried though, as Trent had been out of her sight for most of her life. It wasn’t until Ian jumped out of his shit, spilling popcorn everywhere.
“You alright?” She whispered to him.
“I could swear something just grabbed my fucking ankle!” He loudly whispered back.
“It’s okay.” Oleander said before grabbing his hand and holding it against the arm rest in between them.
Oleander knew that it had been Trent who grabbed Ian.
A little while later Oleander and Ian reached her front porch. He kissed her once more, it still wasn’t exactly the disney movie kiss she had been hoping for but it was pretty damn close. She entered her house and discovered her friends passed out once again, with several people she was unable to recognize. She went up to her room without saying anything until she heard Trent lightly shut the door.
“I know it was you.” She said.
“What was?” He asked feigning innocence.
“You grabbed Ian’s ankle!” She said failing to mask her laughter.
“Well he shouldn’t be so easily frightened. It was just a light prank.” He defended.
“Looks like you’re more like a monster beneath beds than I realized.” She quipped, crawling into bed.
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The Patron Saint of Monsters
Teen FictionA girl falls in love with the monster under her bed.
