"Hey, you remember what I said last year, right? We're Zombie Boy and Ghost Boy. I'm not ever gonna leave you."
"Promise?"
"One hundred percent."
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In which Alistair fights the monster that possessed his friend alongside his friends, while trying...
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Chapter Six: A Trip To The Movies
(Suzie, Do You Copy?)
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Alistair bit back a sigh as he tipped his head back, arms crossed and irritation thrumming through him. He could feel it—and the irritation of his friends—as thickly as he could feel the summer air, the heat still lingering even in the supposedly cooler night, bringing a thin sheen of perspiration on Alistair's skin and sticking his curls to his forehead and neck.
Normally, Alistair didn't mind summer or the heat it brought—that was more his sister, who hated the season with a burning passion and was kinda ironic given she was born in summer—but it seemed like the summer of '85 was desperately trying to change Alistair's mind with the heat. And a month in, it was working so far.
But Alistair was determined to prove it wrong, heat or not. He was going to enjoy this summer, a summer he and his friends deserved after all the traumatising, inter-dimensional shit that had happened. One where they didn't have to worry about nine-foot tall monsters whose faces opened up or demonic shadows possessing people.
Not like anything from the Upside Down could cope, Alistair mused with a grin. If he and Hugin were miserable enough in this heat, then this would be torturous to the cold-loving creatures of the Upside Down. It seemed ludicrous that anything from it would try anything in the height of summer.
It was enough to content Alistair that he didn't have to worry about evil dimensions and man-eating monsters and crush-possessing monsters this summer.
Still, he would love it if the heat was toned down just a bit for the night.
Alistair held back another sigh, mentally bracing himself for another hot June night. He looked mournfully behind him, already missing the glorious, glorious air conditioning and equally glorious ice cream that had done wonders for battling the heat, until night came and the rest of the Party arrived sans one.
"God, why couldn't we have waited for Mike inside?" Alistair grumbled, kicking at the concrete with his scuffed Converse. Beside him, Cami chuckled.
"You and me both," she murmured, hand reaching up to pat her curls. "This heat is really hating on my hair."
Alistair laughed, as beside him Lucas groused, "Jesus, what is taking Mike so long?"
"He's probably on his way," Cami tried to reason.
"Yeah, but this is literally the third time he's run late," Max returned from beside her boyfriend, as Lucas' face twisted with irritation as he said, "We've probably missed the previews."
"At least it's only just previews and not the movie," Cami pointed out, ever optimistic.
