The difference between us

(2) Movie Night

Chapter two

Movie Night.

"I'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching."

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Stephanie's P.O.V

"Bye Mandy!" I waved to my friend before heading over to Matthews car. He smirked as he saw me approaching, and he already seemed to be ready to insult me. Playfully, of course.

"Sup," he said, and gestured towards the passenger seat. I hopped in, and he did the same. Before he drove off he turned his attention towards his window.

"Something wrong?" I asked him, and he shook his head, "Nah, nothing," he responded quietly. I sensed the nervousness in him, something was up. The ride was silent as he drove us home.

Once inside I darted up to my room, and threw my bag on the bed. I quickly showered and threw on a Tshirt and some sweats, and tied my hair in a messy bun. I sat on my bed, examining my room. It was a typical teenager room, except mine was kind of messy. My walls were black, but one day me and a couple of friends wanted to have fun so we began to splatter paint of different colors on the walls. It actually looked cool. My floor was hardwood and a light brown. My bed was near a wall, and across from my bed was my dresser which held all my things. Books, hair stuff, pens, etc. My laptop sat on the small desk near my bed with my alarm on it. Usually when I am asleep at night there's always some tree branch tapping against my window. I heard a knock on my door and I opened it, finding Matthew in the doorway.

"What's up?" I asked casually, he rolled his eyes at me. "Are you coming for the movie or not" Oh yeah, i forgot. Matthew growled, he was obviously a bit irritated, I wasn't quite sure why.

"Oh yeah," I yawned and followed him downstairs.

It was half way during the movie and I was still munching on this huge bowl of popcorn. When did I get so fat? We were at the part when the dogs go out for spaghetti. I adjusted myself on the brown sofa and crossed my legs. Then it hit me.

This scene always made me so emotional, and I couldn't help myself. The tears began to leak from my eyes. A few small noises escapes my mouth. Matthew turned his head towards me, he chuckled.

"Hey Stephanie you okay?" he asked me, obviously not trying to burst out in laughter. I didn't want to say anything, so all I did was nod. Then I turned to him and said "I'll kill you if you tell anyone." Matthew gulped and let out a sigh. "Stephanie, it's a movie for goodness sakes!" He snarled and threw his hands in the air. I looked at him with my face scrunched up, "Excuse me, you don't know what this does to me," I cried and took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in my mouth. I rolled my eyes, now they were eating the noodle. That's when I couldn't hold it in anymore I burst out in tears. Matthew rose his eyebrow at me, I'm pretty sure his mouth was hung open. I rolled off the couch and fell onto the floor and started rolling around on the floor, which hurt my back. I held the couch pillow wrapped in a hug. My brown hairs were falling out of my bun and going into my face, i blew them away. "Stephanie, get up," Matthew snickered.

"No, I'm depressed," I said sadly and stood lying on the floor like a potato. "Stephanie, get up," He repeated, this time a little more angry. I looked at him through my teared eyes, and got up and grabbed the popcorn bowl. I launched her fist into the bowl and shoved the popcorn into my mouth, chewing angrily. After that, I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed the bowl and threw all the popcorn in his face, then threw the bowl at him. His face expression ws pricless. "What the hell Stephanie?!" he scowled at me and ruffled all the pops out his hair. I laughed sweetly, and then the light turned on.

We exchanged worried looks, and found mom tapping her foot furiously with her arms crossed. It's about time she got home. I knew i was in some deep trouble. Matt and I smiled like little children, ready to be yelled at. Her hair was in a tight work type bun, and she wore black slacks, a white dressy shirt, and black heels. She'd just got back from work, and boy was she angry when she got home. "Hey momma," I said smiling widely at her. As if I did nothing wrong. "Don't give me that," she snapped at me. I chuckled lightly and mom turned to Matthew, "What's the meaning of this?" she strictly scowled and she was obviously angry. "Stephanie," he said aggravated. My mouth hung open, "Wrong, you told me to throw the popcorn at you," I rolled my eyes.

"What the hell, you're crazy!" he scolded me and I stood standing there like a clown.

"Hey, you have a popcorn fetish, not me," I smirked then made my way past my mom upstairs.

"Stephanie Roset Taylor, you better get down here and clean your mess," mom shouted at the stairs, her voice echoed in the house. I snickered, then came walking down in shame,

"But momma -" I was cut off

"don't but momma me, clean your mess." mom said and walked up the stairs stomping her feet. "Your fault," I said, glaring at him with my furious aquamarine eyes.

"My fault? You threw popcorn on me you crazy girl!" he turned away from me and stomped upstairs, I heard his door slam, and it made me flinch. I laughed quietly to myself as I picked up, and swept the mess I had made. How funny! Although I do tend to get emotional during the movie, he shouldn't have told me to get up. Yes, I'm ridiculous, and I don't care. He has the popcorn fetish not me.

Once the mess was cleaned up, I took out the DVD and placed it back in its case before heading up to my room.

I almost reached my room when I heard Matthew talking on the phone to someone. I made my way towards his doorway like a ninja. I carefully cracked open his door without making a sound and put my ear to listen. Yeah, I'm an eavesdropper. I didn't really care.. I listened closely to him. "Yeah, he's back," Matthew said. I looked inside the cracked door and he was rubbing the back of his neck.

"I saw him today when coming from school," Matthew said again. Saw who? I wonder who he was talking about.

"No. I'm making sure he doesn't get near her," this time his voice was rather scratchy and irritated.

"Yeah, okay bye," Matthew said, them hung up the phone. I slowly moved myself into my room, closing the door. Who was this person? Well whoever it was, I'm going to find out, whether Matthew likes it or not.