“C’mon, Michael. You know I don’t like horror movies.”
“Don’t be a pussy,” he said to you, putting The Exorcist into the DVD player.
You sighed, knowing that not only would he tease you for the rest of your life for being too scared, but also that he wouldn’t back down.
“Jerk,” you said as you sat down on the couch. You watched the previews while Michael went to the kitchen to make a bowl of popcorn for the two of you to share.
He pressed play as soon as he sat down and got comfortable under the blanket.
As the movie started and played, you realized that it wasn’t that bad. Freaky, messed up, and gross? Yes, but you could handle that.
At one particular scarier part of the film, you felt Michael grip your arm. You laughed, realizing that he was scared.
“You scared, Clifford?” you teased.
“No way!” he said. “Just protecting you, is all.”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “My hero,” you giggled, laying against him so he could hold you.
