He hates horror movies. Absolutely hates it. He doesn't even know how he ended up sitting in that movie theater.
Don't open the damn door! he thinks as he watched the character open the damn door. He jumps a little as a ghostly hand grabbed the woman's face into the room.
He looks beside him, and there she was, a grin displayed on her face as if she's watching some exciting baseball game rather than a scary film. He squeezes her hand and she looks at him.
"You're not scared, are you?" she asks.
He smiles and shakes his head.
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Miniature Disasters
FanfictionCollection of drabbles. 100 words. No more, no less. Shipping all the ships.