Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Old Friends.

Grayson Evans --->

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"Chinese or Italian?" Jason called from somewhere beyond the kitchen as I snooped through their endless collection of DVDs and tapes.

Not too long after pulling out of the school's parking lot, we'd arrived at Brianna and Jason's humble abode, of course after multiple Blink-182 songs- courtesy of yours truly. Their mother and step-father were no where to be seen in the house, and after discovering a short note attached to the kitchen explaining their absence, Jason retired to the kitchen to fetch drinks and order a takeaway.

"Italian!" Brianna shouted back, rummaging through the selection of horror films. I rolled my eyes at her.

"I'm pretty sure I recall you eating pizza at lunch today. In fact, if you eat anymore, you'll turn into a feminine Mario." I laughed, earning a blank stare back.

"April Stuart, are you stereotyping Italian culture? Italian doesn't classify as just pizza, it can mean pasta or... Tiramisu?" She drawled on, questionably.

"Out of all of the possible Italian dishes you could've used as an example, you chose Tiramisu?"

"Well... whatever. My Italian roots are slightly offended!" I gaped at her disbelievingly.

"You're Italian?"

"No, our Dad was half Italian." She mumbled offhandedly and I mentally punched myself for asking anything in the first place. I knew talking about their Dad was a tough subject for her.

 "Have you decided?" Jason called again.

"Yeah! Italian sounds good, Jas." I said, and smiled when Brianna let out a triumphant smirk as Jason obliged to my request.

I continued my scrounging, coming across various genres; thrillers, romances, crime, comedies, etc. Normally, I didn't have a problem with a certain genre- in fact, I easily found horror movies my favourite by far. I was never the stereotypical teenage girl who was swooned by romances, or by the hot actor playing the lead love interest-or one of them. No, I much preferred the intense, gripping films that had you scared out of your mind. But then, looking at the assortment of films that displayed content of abusive guardians or violence, I couldn't help but think:

Is my life a horror film? I asked myself, scrutinizing the DVD case. As soon as I internally said it, I mentally slapped myself.

Don't be stupid. There's not some crazed axe-wielding murderer, adamant to have your head on a spike, is there?

'Don't speak too soon.' A distant, female voice warned. I gazed up under my lashes at Brianna, only to see her in a rather animated conversation with Jason.

I groaned. Great. Now I'm hearing voices.

Maybe my life is a horror film; yet I'm not the impeccable martyr of the scenario. I'm the culprit- the ominous psychotic girl that can hear voices in her head, claiming that they are telling her what to do and say.

"We're watching this," During my internal discovery, Elijah had sauntered into the room-from wherever he had been for the past 10 minutes- and picked out his DVD.

"'The Wolfman'? You sure about that?" Jason asked questionably, sending a pointed look in Elijah's direction.

"Of course I'm sure, I'll even be able to see how realistic it is." He laughed, as if he'd made an inside joke that only he, Brianna and Jason understood. I threw them all a raised-eyebrow glance at their behaviour, only to have the matter dismissed by the wave of Jason's hand.