✰ You and Pete were bored and the others were busy so you and Pete decided to watch a movie.. though, Pete picked a movie, not up for debate. Now you and Pete stood in line for the midnight screening of Chainsaw Cheerleader Massacre 4: Resaw and Order, practically vibrating with excitement. ✰
“This one’s a masterpiece,” he whispered. “They used 43 gallons of fake blood and an animatronic spinal cord.”
You stared. “That’s not a selling point for normal people.”
He grinned. “Exactly. That’s why it’s awesome.”
The theater smelled like popcorn and impending trauma. Pete held your ticket like it was a sacred artifact. His backpack was full of horror zines, vintage VHS tapes, and probably a plastic severed hand he used as a bookmark.
Once the movie started, he didn’t blink. He giggled when the first scare hit.
He whispered, “Practical effects, 10/10.”
Later, walking home under flickering streetlights, he nudged you.
“You ever think,” he asked casually, “how much cooler life would be if it were a slasher movie?”
You laughed. “That’s your idea of cool?”
“Only if I get to be the final guy.”
Pete was practically gleefully macabre. Obsessed with horror, but weirdly charming under all that fake blood and attitude.