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000. Prologue
THE SUN HAD SET LONG AGO, only the gentle flicker of fairy-lights illuminating the living room as a soft breeze flowed through the large open windows. On the TV 'Knives Out' was playing, the face of Chris Evans taking up the whole screen as he revealed the defining secret of the movie. Two of the four Cameron siblings watched intently, eyes glued to the moving pixels as popcorn was being shovelled into their gaping mouths.
"Oh shit!" Rafe gasped as the character of Chris Evans confesses, "Oh shit!"
Priscilla sat up, popcorn falling off her lap as she leaned forwards, eyes wider than two planets. Rafe shoved her back, grumbling in annoyance whilst refusing to look anywhere but the TV. "Don't cover the screen."
Many summer nights were spent this way: Priscilla and Rafe sat comfortable in their assigned seats in the plump sofa with a movie playing in-front of them. Usually, they'd order pizza or, if bothered, go out for food beforehand and then pick up cookies afterwards. Sometimes they'd set up the outdoor projector which was placed in-front of the pool and watch it on pool floaties as they drifted through the calm waters, feet warm beneath the water.
Though this only ever occurred if there wasn't a party, Rafe wasn't busy with his very few friends in some unknown hideout, or Priscilla — surprisingly — wasn't accompanied with her partner in crime, or best-friend, Ronnie Stewart. In this particular night, only a Kegger was being held (a mix of Kooks and Pogue? Yeah, not for these Cameron siblings), Rafe's friends attending this said Kegger, and Ronnie Stewart was on a flight back from her two-week holiday in Monaco. Although she loved her older brother to pieces, and she adored their at-home movie nights (which were often accompanied with an hour long gossip session and smoking a joint on the roof), Priscilla was ready to be back out wasting the nights away with Ronnie and her reckless behaviour. After all, that's what summer was for, wasn't it?
Minutes passed and Priscilla felt the sudden urge to go to the toilet. Must've been all the Diet Coke, she thought, mentally cursing herself for chugging countless cans throughout the film. Priscilla looked over at Rafe, trying to catch his attention with the over-used but never failing puppy eyes, yet failed miserably when noticing he was too invested in the film.
