The look he gave me said that he had been expecting that. "Okay. Fair enough. How about... how about you go choose what lame film you want to watch- you still want to watch movies with me, right? I don't... you're not gonna run out on me, are you?"

"I'll stay." I didn't wait around to let him say anything else. The living room was darkened but I flicked the lights on, snatched up the remotes and clicked the shit out of it until the t.v roared to life.

Horrors were my favourite thing to watch, quickly followed by comedies, but my whole life felt like a fucking joke right...