Charming Taylor.

Chapter eleven.

“No don’t go in there!”

I yelled at the TV screen as the girl went towards the room with Michael Myers in it.

Is it just me, or am I the only one who would go the opposite direction if I heard noises? I’d hightail it out there so fast it would like my ass was on fire.

I felt the vibrations of Monroe’s laugh on my back, obviously laughing at my screaming.

I was seriously getting pissed off at this girl, bitch are you that stupid?

like seriously, I was defending her at first because Monroe said “The Blonde Bimbos always die first.” I disagreed with him, I still do. Blondes get stereotyped for everything.

Mostly for being stupid, but I don’t believe in that shit.

that’s why I preach Marilyn Monroe and how she stuck up for herself because she was a blonde and was tired of being stereotyped, you go Marilyn Monroe, you bad bitch.

“Chanel, everyone knows how these movies go.” He said in between laughs.

it was currently Sunday, and Monroe and I were having what he calls “sit on your ass and do nothing.” but I’ll just stick with the lazy sundays.

needless to say, we decided to watch every movie on netflix before he took me home.

and right now we’re on the horror section.

I was positive there was no way we were going to be able to watch every single movie on netflix.

I felt the vibrations from his laughter on my back, I sighed popping popcorn in my mouth.

I’m telling you, I need to get back in the gym, the past two days I’m certain I gained a hundred pounds and it all went straight to my ass.

I became a binge eater in the past two days, no not a binge drinker, a binge eater.

consuming unhealthy amounts of food.

I use to be a binge drinker, but who hasn’t? That's another time and another story.

“I’m just saying, if I were that girl I would’ve hightailed my ass out of there the minute I heard a noise.” I said relaxing back between Monroe’s legs not taking my eyes off of the TV.

 Monroe started running his fingers through my hair, and that right there was my weakness.

no seriously, play with my hair, buy me pizza and touch my butt.

three simple things I ask for, and if you ask me that’s a good deal. I mean who doesn’t love occasional ass grabbing?

“Well this isn’t real life princess, this a horror film, people are suppose to die.”

“Yeah, well they could at least put up a fight.” I mumbled.

I heard Monroe laugh, he was really getting a hit out of how annoyed I was with this girl.

Okay, pause.

can we just take a second and mention the fact that I’ve spent the whole weekend with Monroe and only thought about killing him once? or can we also bring up, that I’ve been swapping saliva with him at every chance? or can we bring up that I’m at Monroe’s house, and the only time Monroe every brings a girl to his house is to get laid?

but nope, here we are on his couch spooning with NO forking involved.

spooning ALWAYS leads to forking.