I'll Follow You Into The Dark {Completed/Being Edited}

Chapter 4 | I'll Follow You Into The Dark

          "So..." Stan started "About that movie?" he flashed a goofy smile and Kyle couldn't help but giggled lightly at Stan's facial expression changed to light, and heart warming desire. 

          Kyle waved his hand, trying to push the dream of- STOP. Kyle pushed himself off of the couch and grabbed Stan by his wrist, pulling him from the living room, from the dream, upstairs to his bedroom. 

          "What was that back there?" Stan asked, a little bit of concern laced neatly into every word directed at Kyle. 

          "What was what." Kyle clenched his jaw, knowing very well what Stan was talking about. 

          "I'm talking about you, closing your eyes and kissing the air?" Stan raised an eyebrow. 

          "Just- stop Stan. I'm fine" he's cheek flared the blazing red of his angry flared and Stan shut his open mouth, as he was beginning to start another concerned sentence. 

          When they got to Kyle's bedroom, Stan plopped down on the bed, lying on his bed, watching Kyle curiously out of the corner of his eyes, watching for the sudden changes in behavior. 

          "What movie do you wanna watch? Kyle asked Stan, bending down, squatting close to the ground, in front of the small TV he had on top of his dresser in his room. Stan couldn't help but find himself staring, smirking and with a clever eyebrow raised at Kyle's ass. 

          "What about a horror movie?" Kyle suggested, opening a cabinet filled with some movies he bought. He flipped through a couple of titles, nothing particular capturing his gaze and that he wanted to display on the screen. 

          Stan nodded lightly, "Give me your worst" Stan mumbled, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling above. 

         Kyle blushed, and of course his perverted mind came into play and more thoughts slipped into his perverse mindset. "Fine". Kyle blatantly hung out his words in a firm manner. "I'm gonna throw a classic at you" Kyle widened his green eyed gaze and pulled out the movie. "The Exorcist" Kyle read the title and wiggled his eyebrows. "Can the quote "fearless" Stan handle this movie?" Kyle stuck out his tongue in a teasing daze. 

          Stan stuck out his tongue back at him, sitting upright and stared at the cover of the DVD box. A dark alley, one single light brightening up the purple and green air, a dark figure stood alone. 

          Kyle slipped the movie into the player, and stepped back. The lights in his bed room were already off and Kyle slipped beside his bed, sitting on the green carpet. Stan slid down from the bed and next next to him. 

          The movie started and Stan was quite bored with the beginning of the film. Stan reached into the glass bowl of popcorn and took a handful, popping the kernels into his mouth. 

          Stan felt his eyes draw themselves automatically from the screen and towards Kyle. His head was arched back, staring at the screen. He was hugging his knees and the reflection of the movie appeared on his eyes. 

          Although Stan was a huge fan, as well as Kyle, with the horror movie genre, he had never seen The Exorcist before, although it was a classic and supposedly the scariest movie of all time. 

          Stan looked behind him, for some reason the street lamps in the street seemed to flicker off in unison. He turned his head, and not wanting to bother Kyle, stared out the window at the now darkened street. 

          Suddenly, the single lamp that was on in the room, flickered off and Kyle pulled his watch, away from the movie screen. The room became dark, and the TV then flickered off. 

          The power was out.