Testosterone Boy (Brendon Urie)

🌑Chapter 19🌕: Horror Movies

I'd say Belle is very lucky to have a guy like Steve, but I realize that Steve is just as lucky to have a girl like her.

"I really wish the best for you two. Both of you are extremely lucky to have each other. Not everyone gets a dream love story like yours, you guys have known each other since you were little and confessed each other's feelings just in middle school, yet you're still together!" I said.

"Yeah, sometimes I stop and think about that. It blowns my mind the amount of time we've been together. I feel like it was just days ago that we became a thing." Said Bell. "You're lucky to have Oliver too! The guy is drop dead gorgeous, has an amazing style, is respectful I and a gentleman, and his personality is incredible!"

"Yeah, he's nice"

We both layed back on my bed, stared at the ceiling and sighed. I noticed Bell was frowning, probably at something she might be overthinking.

"I'm hungry." I broke the silence once I realized I haven't eaten in hours. "Wanna order some pizza?"

"Hell yes! I brought some horror movies and we can have a marathon!" She said excitedly.

"You and your horror movies." I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Of course! They're my favorite type of movies."

"Trust me, I know."

"Nah you don't." Said Bell sarcastically.

"I don't? I don't? You freaking make me watch literally every single horror movie that comes out in theaters! You know how many times I had spasms because your movies didn't let me sleep right?"

"Don't be a baby, you already got used to them." She laughed

"I was forced to." I rolled my eyes again.

"Shush shush shush! No complaining! Unless you want Freddy Krueger to haunt your sweet pea with Oliver candy apple dreams!"

"I don't have 'sweet pea I don't know whatever corny thing you said' dreams!"

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..." She started singing and poking my arm in a hell of a  creepy way.

"Please don't ."

"Three, four, better lock your door..." She kept on.

"Shut up Bell!" I covered my ears, but I could still hear her because she was very close to my ear.

"Five, six, grab your crucifix..."

"Stop!"

"Seven, eight, stay up late..."

"I said stop!"

"Nine, ten–"

"OKAY, OKAY, ENOUGH! I'm gonna call delivery." I yelled and she started laughing. "Not funny."

"But it is, skittish chicken. "

"No, it's not"

"Oh, but it is" She grinned.