Cazzie Oneshots

Movie Night At The Gardner's

                              By: sapphic_circle
I HATE horror movies. No, I'm not a coward, but those things just give me chills. The only reason I agreed to adding some horror in the mesh of movies we rented was for variety. And when I get scared, well then maybe Casey will hold me. Or maybe she'll just laugh. If she laughs I'd have to kill her. Wouldn't that be unfortunate?

I strut up the Gardner's pasty white driveway, my car is parked halfway down the block. I realize that was unnecessary, as it seems no cars are present in the driveway at the moment. I continue my venture to the front door. Up the porch steps and there it is, low and behold, the mythic door. I laugh at myself a little, but then I knock. I expect Mrs. Gardner to open up and embrace me. Probably lead me to the couch to check in. I regret ever opening up to her, now she seems to think she's adopted me. I guess that's not the worst thing ever though. But Mrs. Gardner did not answer, Sam did. Well that's shocking, generally he doesn't like the uncertainty of who could be behind it.

"Hey Sam!" I greet him. He just nods his head. Then he slings a bag over his shoulder and curves around me to walk out the door. Um, okay. Anyway, where the hell is Casey?

"NEWTON!" I shout. Then I hear a loud thud followed by fast footsteps.

She appears in the corner where the two vectors of the staircase meet, seemingly out of breath.

"What?! Oh, Izzie hi." She wheezes through breathes.

"What do you mean, 'what,'" I mock, "who else calls you Newton? Cuz we're going to have a problem if they don't stop."

"No one, only you babe." She assures me while she comes down to give me a kiss. I know she's shutting me up, but I can't help but fall for it. I melt into it without a fight.

She brings me upstairs. I go into her room and plop my ass on her bed. I sit up with my back against the headboard and start logging into my computer to access my itunes library. That's where I rented all the movies for tonight.

"We have Beetlejuice, Sixteen Candles, Say Anything, Insidious, Insidious 2, The Princess Bride, The Breakfast Club, and Pleasantville." I list off the movies for tonight. "Oh and Ferris Bueller's Day Off if we haven't already fallen asleep."

Casey seems distracted, "sounds like a plan, Stan." She begins to walk out the door, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go make some popcorn, stay here and pull up the first movie."

I hear her thump down the stairs. I pull up Beetlejuice and figure out which volume is perfect. I've decided it must be at 75. It is loud enough, but not too loud that it's annoying.

Casey returns from downstairs, took her long enough. I didn't even hear popcorn popping until 7 minutes after she'd gone downstairs. She probably got distracted, typical Newton.
She comes to bed and lies next to me. I feel her head rest against my shoulder. I ponder the way her hair falls over my chest, how her fingers cling to my arm. Once we're all snuggled up, we begin the movie.

After several movies, we get to Pleasantville. I think that one is one of my favorites. A world in which creativity and every spice of life is unheard of. No masturbation, no sex, no crime, no nothing. But then the spices start to be added, and everyone freaks out, but they're also loving it. And that spice is what gives them color, it brings the place to life. But I'm not really thinking about the movie, it's the company that's keeping my mind occupied. Her hand is on my boob, but I don't think she realizes. I don't point it out though, I mean, I'm not complaining. She can put her hand wherever she likes.

We continue cuddling, when all of a sudden I feel a hand edging closer and closer down my stomach.

"What are you doing?" I ask her.