I Love the Girls Who Hate To Love (girlxgirl) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

So it’s finally Saturday.

As I’m finishing my makeup (pale complexion, dark eyes, and my signature plum lips), the doorbell rings. No one else is home, so there’s no race to the door.

She looks amazing. A black and red camouflage tank top, with a literally torn to shreds pair of black skinny jeans. I must look horrible next to her, in my zombie Escape the Fate tee and green skinny jeans.

“So what’s the plan?” I ask her, almost scared to hear her response.

“Well, we’re going to my house… do you have a movie preference?” she asks.

“No.” A lie.

“And your mom knows you’re staying the night, right?”

“Yes.” Another lie. Gods, what wouldn’t I say to please her??

“Well, where’s your bag?” Emmie questions.

“Oh yeah, duh…” I run upstairs and grab it. Once I have it, we walk out my front door. I lock it. Turning around, I expect to see a car, but there isn’t one.

“Didn’t you drive?”

“Um, no.”

I must have given her a confused look, for she continues with “I live down the street.”

“No way!”

Emmie giggles. “Way.”

We start walking.

Her house is small. The inside is amazing though. Everything is very… modern and abstract. She takes me down to the basement, going through the living room and kitchen to get to the stairs. Downstairs, everything is very black. Black walls, black carpet, hell, even the ceiling is black.

“You like?”

“Uh, yeah!” I reply. She sits down on her bed, the side of which is against the wall. Hanging on the opposite wall is a giant flat screen TV.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, it was a birthday present…” she says casually. She pats the spot next to her, looking at me. I sit. “What you wanna watch?”

“Well, what you got?”

“Um, Zombieland, 1408, Rocky Horror…”

“Let’s watch ‘em all!” I say with a giggle. “But 1408 first…”

“Okay.”

She puts the movie in, and I wonder how she knew that I loved all those movies…

She seems totally entranced in the movie.

“You seen this before?” I ask out of curiosity.

“Nope. It’s really good…”

Next is The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which is one of my all-time favorites. Her favorite too, apparently, because we’re both singing along.

“The river was deep but I swam it…”

“…Janet…”

“The future is ours so let’s plan it…”

“…Janet…”

“So please, don’t tell me to can it…”

“…Janet…”

“This is great,” I say when we finish singing “Damn it, Janet” for the fourth time.

Then we get up and dance the Time Warp, ending with me falling on top of her at the end.

“You’re so beautiful,” she tells me, as we lay there, face to face on the floor.

And this time, it’s me that kisses her.

Later, when we’re almost through Zombieland, my phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Cameron Nissa Grimm! Where the hell are you??”

“Oh. Hey Mum…”

“Who is it?” Emmie asks.

“My mum. I better go.”