Rock and Roll

Chapter Five: Movies

The party wasn't half as bad as expected. It was worse.

The drinks were undeniably cheap, and not worth the money they spent on the train to get there. All the girls had come with someone, so Harry was stuck in the kitchen with Liam and his friends. They talked about sports, and other things that didn't interest him. He wasn't nearly drunk enough to enjoy himself.

All his thoughts were still stuck on that girl. Her eyes were incredibly brown and deep. He had always liked brown eyes. They reminded him of chocolate, and snowy days.

He wasn't sure if she was mean to him because he spilled a liter of iced tea on her, or if she was just like that.

He wanted to paint. He wanted to attempt to capture her image in acrylics or water colors or even just sketch her. He wondered what colors he would use to match her skin, and her hair and clothes. He wanted to depict her perfectly.

Instead he just took another few sips of his rancid beer, and half listen to Liam talk about Fifa.

He couldn't wait to watch everyone get drunk and then doodle on their faces.

But he heard the kitchen door open, and a beautiful blonde girl stepped in. Her hair was long and curly, and she had a few freckles going up and down her arms. He could see her chest as clearly as his own hands in front of his face.

With the thoughts of the other girl pushed far back into his mind, he downed the last of his drink and aproached her. Maybe this party wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Valentine.

Maybe she shouldn't have been so rude to that guy. Maybe she shouldn't have told him off for saying that she's pretty. Maybe she should have accepted his numerous apologizes and called it a day. There was no going back now, though.

She didn't spare it any more thoughts, and went to meet Hero at their dad's place and watch a few movies.

It was a kind of a tradition. Every week they would watch movies as a "family". It cheered everybody up.

The subway was terrible. Sweaty bodies pressed up against her made her want to gag, and the smell of the girl next to her was making her light headed. Vanilla.

She didn't like how vanilla smelled. Well, that's not exactly true. She didn't like how vanilla reminded her of her mom. It was how she always smelled, because she ran a bakery. It was closed now, just an abandoned building Valentine tries to keep away from.

The train finally halted, and she rushed out as fast as she could. Her head was spinning, and she felt like throwing up.

Vanilla.

Instead of calling a cab, she decided to walk the rest of the way. It still smelled like rain outside, and it helped to clean out her head. She put hood up, and turned the volume up on her headphones. Her eyes watered.

Her dad's house was only a mile away, and on the way she grabbed a couple snacks, because her dad was, more often than not, ill prepared.

He had been very scatter brained recently, and with good reason. She suspected that he had been hit the hardest by what happened.

His front door was unlocked for her, and she stepped right in. Hero was already there in the kitchen making caramel corn.

"Hey Valentine, how was work?" She asked, working oddly hard to stir the melting caramel.

"Eh. I can't complain. Well, yes I can actually. Niall was teasing me at some point and he used your name. I know it wasn't really that big of a deal, but, I don't know, it stung." She confided. Hero knew what it was like, to constantly be confused with someone else. Even their parents could only tell the difference because they dressed so differently.

Hero was as peppy as can be. She was stylish and was always doing something with her hair, and she wore bright colors and was happy all the time. Valentine, on the other hand, wore dark colors and more often than not, just let the dark curtain of hair fall wherever it may. It was purely by luck that it looked anywhere near presentable. Hero and Valentine are as different as identical twins can be.

Hero gave a look. "I'm sorry. If you would just explain how much you hate it maybe he won't do it again?" She said.

"No." Valentine said. It was the last thing she wanted to do. If he knew how much it really bothered her, it's like loading a gun. He was her boss anyway, not her friend.

Valentine was about to say more, but was interrupted by her dad walking in to the kitchen.

"Caramel corn. Nice choice." He said, patting Hero on the back. He reached around her to grab a beer from the fridge. It made a hissing noise as he opened it. He offered them one, Valentine declined. She hated to taste of beer. Hero accepted, having him open it and set it on the counter next to her.

When all the snacks were done, they sat down to watch the movie like a family. Valentine pretended to not see them crying at the end, and they pretended she had cried with them. It was a system.

When Valentine's choice of movie came on, there was a loud groan rising from Hero's mouth. She was more of a fan of romantic comedies, and Valentine loved horror. She had chosen some random slasher she found at a DVD store.

Halfway through the movie Valentine had fallen asleep, and Hero was using her body to shield herself from the blood splattering the walls in the movie.