We've been dating for around 6 months. You were 17. I was 18, and we had to do much fun together. I was the rowdy, loud, bf. And you were the childish, chatterbox gf. We were in a really good place. We were watching a movie together tonight. It was Sinister. I could tell you really didn't want to watch it but insisted on it because I wanted to. But then, all of a sudden, there was this jumpscare. I yell and put my hand over your eyes, "No looking, baby. Oh my gosh, that is insane,"