Knock knock knock
"Michael, Annie! Can one of you get that?" Mom shouts from the kitchen. Michael doesn't get up, leaving me to open the door.
I walk towards the front door and pull it open, revealing Randy. He and Michael are supposed to be watching a movie later.
"Hey, Anne." Randy smiles. "What's up, Randy." I let him in. "Something smells good." He looks at me. "Yeah, moms making steak. Wanted to do something special before dad leaves tomorrow morning." I shrug. "Ah." He nods. "Michaels in the living room." I gesture to the living room.
"Alright thanks. Can I use the bathroom quickly?" Randy asks, as we walk into the living room. "Yeah, sure. You know where it is." I say.
As soon as I hear the bathroom door close, I walk towards the couch, and sit back down next to Michael. "So, you gonna make a move on Randy tonight?" I turn my head towards him. "No. He's not gay. There's not point in trying. Like I've said before, he likes Sid." Michael sighs.
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"Is Stuart coming over for dinner?" Mom asks, as we sit. "Yeah, he should be." I pick up my fork. All of a sudden, the door busts open, and in walks Stu.
"Sit down, please Stuart!" Mom smiles, gesturing her hand towards the chair beside me. "Don't mind if I do." He smiles, pulling out the chair and sitting down on it.
"Thank you so much for this food, Mrs. Duncan! It's so good." Randy says, with a mouth full of food. "Don't talk with food in your mouth, boy." Dad points his fork at Randy. He immediately apologies.
Ring ring ring
The phone rings. No one gets up, so apparently I'm getting it. I always get the door and the phone in the house. "Guess I'm getting it." I put down my fork and knife, standing up out of my chair.
I walk out of the kitchen, and pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello there, Annie."
"Who's this?"
"Someone."
"Mm. I see. What do you want?"
"To play a game."
"What game?"
"I ask you questions, and you answer."
"Kind of sounds like a boring game."
"Hm."
"Well, ask me some questions."
"What's your favourite scary movie?"
"Psycho. How about you?"
"Nightmare on elm street."
"The movies are so bad."
"How about you guess who I am?"
"Nah, I'm getting bored. I'm gonna go eat."
I instantly hang up. Weird.
I walk back into the kitchen and mom looks up from her plate. "What took you so long?" She asks. "Some weirdo on the phone asking me random questions, like what's my favourite scary movie." I scoff. Stu's expression changes to an uncomfortable look. I ignore it and carry on eating dinner.
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Me and Stu are both in my room, watching psycho obviously.
"So, what happened on that call earlier?" He asks out of nowhere. He's been asking me since we finished dinner. That was two hours ago.
"He just asked to play a game, and then asked me what my favourite scary movie was. Why?" I give him a confused look. "Oh. I'm only asking. Just wanted to know what that weirdo said to you, you know?" He explains. I hum and nod my head.
That was awfully weird too.
