Weekly Sanity

Chapter 19 - 17th day of November 2013

And another month has passed. For some reason, Miles feels awkward around me these days. I admit that it was my fault, but hey, you can't blame that my ten-year old self wrote a letter to Santa asking to kidnap him for me. It's harmless enough.

Dear Santa,

All I want for is to have this boy for Christmas. Pretty please, I promise I'll take good care of him. A picture of this boy is attached to this letter.

Signed,

Chloe

PS. Please tie him real tight so he can't escape.

Come on, I didn't even believe in Santa back then. I just wrote that letter out of boredom. Also, it's his fault for snooping around my drawer. Well, I did tell him to look for my phone on my drawer, so it's partly my fault that he came across the letter. Anyway, he needed to man up a bit. I don't really see anything wrong with that.

Today was one of our Sundays. And I hope he's back to being not awkward around me. I did plan to watch a horror film with him and I can't score if it's too unbearable for him to be around me. We met on the playground swings, our usual meeting spot. It seems that he's in a good mood or he's just good at hiding the fact that he's still being difficult.

"So, what do you want to see?" asked Miles. I didn't say anything but point at a poster with an innocent looking little kid. It may not look like it but it was a suspenseful horror film.

"Oh, okay!" He then asked the teller for two admissions ignoring the fact that the teller was glaring at him. Anyway, not everyone knows who Miles is, so I could guess that it was just a coincidence that the fellow just liked glaring at everybody. He ought to be replaced.

The film was supposed to for fifteen-year olds and above. I qualify for that restriction but Miles won't turn fifteen until February. Oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter since the teller didn't ask anything.

I lead the way to the seats near the back, behind what looked like an elderly couple. Well, they're maybe in their early forties so that statement should have offended them. Anyway, the movie premiered a few weeks back so the place wasn't as packed. I heard that the plot of this film isn't that good but the bloody gore and horror makes up for it. They even said that it can break the most nonchalant cold stiffened face you might know.

I held on to Miles' hand, as the kind of intense opening started. Really, it's lame but hey, it made the couple in front of us scream.

The gasps and reeling screeches progressed with the movie. Halfway, when someone was being eaten alive by some supernatural, I failed to hold my laughter. It's just so hilarious. Miles laughed too, not because of the fact that one of the support characters' head just fell off (Well, personally I find it quite hilarious) but because he fell in awe on how a human finger would look like if it was dismembered by a chainsaw.

I knew Miles would enjoy this film!

"Hey, keep it down." A guy hissed at me. Miles and I must be laughing real hard that we're being too noisy or that he's just freaked out at the fact that two fifteen year olds (Well, Miles is only fourteen) find the bloody gore very hilarious. Personally, I think it's the latter. I mean he said it in a way that he sounded like he was pleading for us to stop laughing, not demanding us to keep it quiet. Yeah, that must be it! Right now, Miles and I were being stared at like we finally lost it or something. One guy even changed lanes just to get away from us and one even suggested to ask the management to take us outside (reasonable enough). Yep, we just gave everybody the impression that we're bloodthirsty sadists. Which is not true, I just really find the movie effects pretty awesome and slap-sticky. Miles thinks so too.