\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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The doorbell rings throughout the house, echoing up the stairs, through the hall then reaching my room where I'm currently situated on my bed, laying back, with a headache no word in the dictionary can describe. My brain has turned into a beating heart, pounding bump by bump inside my skull, only getting worse with each minute that passes.
Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I stand from the mattress, though a little too fast for my vision becomes blurry and black, fuzzy spots fill my line of sight, they're the only thing seen for a minute straight. Jaunting towards my door, pulling it open and staggering down the stairs, the doorbell goes off yet again.
I race to it now, rapidly pulling it open to reveal a bundled up Ray with a bag slung over her shoulder, I give her a puzzled look, though it goes unnoticed.
"Don't tell me you forgot, V," her tone has a convincing sound to it almost as if she's upset, though I know there's no such word in her dictionary. She's never upset, and I should know that by now.
"No, no I didn't forget," though I don't know what exactly.
"The sleepover silly!"
"Did I say that out loud?" I ask, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
"Yes, yes you did. Now let me in missy it's as freezing as a freezer out here!" A second later, she hops in through the door, viciously dropping her stuff and slapping her knee, "knee slap," she adds, and I only find myself rolling my eyes and laughing with her, she has that power over me, she can make me happy no matter how I feel, and yet I still don't know how she does it.
"Alright, now what should we do first?! Watch a movie or do pedicures?!" She drastically questions, flailing her hands like one of those girls in those supper cliché movies, though they always manage to get my heart melting for the couples that are so cute, they sort of make me wish I could have something like that one day, though I know such a love is fiction.
"Umm, let's do the second option...I'll get the snacks!"
***
thirty-five minutes for one nail and three bags of chips later, we're now cuddled on the couch, our blankets wrapped tightly around our body as the oversized jumbo bowl of popcorn sits in between us. The movie that Rey has picked is a complete mystery, for when I asked what it was I nearly got yelled at to shut up because it was starting, even though it was only the beginning commercials.
The instant the movie started, I knew immediately what movie it was, the one and only James Cameron's Titanic.
"Oh no, not this one! Please! This one always brings the waterworks!" I protest, dragging my voice on as a symbol that I really dread this movie, though I do have a logical reason for it: the release date for the movie - December 19, 1997 - was the day my parents got married, and it always used to be their favorite movie, and now that's gone.
