High School Haunted (secretly a Rejectoniczz story inside.........)

Chapter 5

The three boys walked down the street laughing, happy about their success with the basketball team.

"What movie do you guys wanna watch?" Grayson asked the other two boys with him, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Well, what movies do you have?" Armen asked back, having never been to Grayson's house. Or, anyone else's house in general for a very long time.

"Well, it's getting dark, so some horror movies might be nice..." The blonde said, grinning. He had known neither Armen nor Drake had seen a horror movie before, and they would be scared witless. He was debating with himself whether or not he should scare his friends, because they might not trust him with movie choices after this. He was willing to take the risk to see the look on their faces.

"Sounds fun!" Drake exclaimed, running a hand through his brown hair and adjusting his still cracked, rectangle glasses.

"Don't be too brutal Grayson... I'm kinda scared..." Armen trailed off, hugging himself for comfort.

"I'll be right here Armen, don't worry..." the brunette said as he wrapped his arms around the scared and shaking raven.

"Thanks Drake..." Armen replied, grateful.

The trio reached a small, one story house that they assumed to be Grayson's. It had a shape like that of a dome, and looked like it had belonged in a place much colder than where they currently were. Grayson walked up to the front door and lifted up a small flower pot that was on the corner of his porch. There laid a single, brass key. Grayson picked up the key and replaced the pot to its original resting place. Grayson unlocked the door and stuffed the key inside his pocket. The boys walked into the house. Grayson's house was very large, the moment you walked in you could tell. The entrance was as big as a bedroom, and had a computer on the front wall. To the left was a guest bedroom, and to the right was a kitchen, dining room, computer room, and three other bedrooms.

"Welcome to mi casa! Do you guys want anything to eat? Or should I order something from Wendy's..?" Grayson asked as he pulled out his phone, ready to dial Wendy's.

"I'm fine with whatever you have..." Drake replied. Armen nodded in agreement. Grayson shrugged as he put his phone back in his pocket. He walked over to his fridge and pulled out some food and beverages.

"Would you like some cocoa and some pie?" He asked opening his microwave.

"I would please!" Armen exclaimed, overjoyed.

"I would like some as well, please..." Drake replied. Grayson put in two cups of water and set the microwave to one minuet. Armen walked in to help his blonde friend, as did Drake. Armen got the cocoa powder and milk ready. Drake cut some slices of pie.

"Where's the whipped cream?" Armen asked as he searched through the cupboards.

"It's right next to the flour, which is next to the stove." The blonde replied, pulling out the mugs from the microwave. Armen looked next to the stove and pulled out the flour. He grabbed the whipped cream that laid behind it. Just as Armen turned, so did Drake, and the bumped into each other, falling back and dropping what they were holding in surprise.

Grayson, who was walking up from behind, spit out the flour that had landed in his mouth. His whole face was white, his hair, the top part of his shirt, and the flour had gotten into the cups. His face was scrunched up as he tried to wipe the flour from his eyes and mouth.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry Grayson!" Armen gasped as he covered his mouth in surprise. Tears started to fill his eyes in fear that his new friend would be angry at him.

"Oh no, it's fine..." Grayson said blankly as he set down the cups and brushed the flour off his shirt. Armen looked confused from Grayson's now emotionless face. The blonde bent down and picked up the flour bag. He sighed. "That's unfortunate. This was new..."