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"..Do I 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 have to do this."
"Yes, of course you do. What, are you scared?"
Box teased, pulling the blanket over herself. She had a can of Dr. Fizz in one hand, and the TV remote in the other. Trophy was sat right next to her, arm around her waist, and a bowl of popcorn resting on his lap.
He couldn't help but scowl at her.
"No, of course I'm not scared."
"Are you sure?" she asked, mock-concern in her voice. "You look pretty terrified right now."
"I am 𝘯𝘰𝘵 terrified. It's just some dumb horror movie."
Box giggled, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Exactly. So you should have no problem with watching it."
Trophy paused, looked down at her, and sighed.
"Fine, whatever, just turn it on.."
Box's eyes sparkled as she pressed play on the TV. She knew that Trophy was shitting bricks right now, she was just waiting to see how long it would take before he 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 started to freak out. Trophy was never really a fan of horror, especially not horror movies, but she had somehow finally convinced him.
The intro was already a lot to take in from the very start, Box was caught somewhere in between watching the movie and watching Trophy's reaction. He seemed unbothered, but he also seemed oddly concentrated on it. Maybe he was scared, after all. Box couldn't help but smile slightly. She didn't enjoy seeing Trophy 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, but she definitely enjoyed seeing him unsettled. Maybe that was a red flag of hers, but it meant Trophy showed something, an emotion, that he never normally would. And Box? She loved it.
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20 minutes in. No deaths yet, they were dragging it out and the suspense was killing both of them.
"When's someone gonna die??"
Trophy asked to himself, gripping the virtually-empty popcorn bowl tightly in his hands. Box snuggled up to him, eyes still fixated on the tv screen. It was kind of confusing, but she was sure it would make sense near the end of the movie.
She took another sip of her Dr. Fizz, glancing back over at Trophy. His shoulders were tense, his hands were now gripped together, but he was still watching.
Maybe seeing him freaked out would be harder than she originally thought.
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1 hour in. Trophy was basically shaking at this point, watching everything go down in the movie. His hands were still gripping the popcorn bowl, knuckles turning white, and his back was straight. He kind of resembled an angry cat.
Normally, Box would've been holding his hand by now, but she wasn't. Today she was seeing how long he could take it before having a complete freak-out.
And he looked like he was getting pretty damn close to one.
"What the fuck is going on now- 𝘕𝘖 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒?? 𝘔𝘖𝘝𝘌??"
He yelled, sitting up even straighter, causing Box to giggle.
"𝘉𝘈𝘉𝘌 𝘏𝘌'𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘋. 𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘖 𝘉𝘈𝘉𝘌 𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘛 𝘖𝘍𝘍. 𝘉𝘈𝘉𝘌."
Trophy grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, plunging them in a sudden darkness. They sat in silence for a few seconds, before Trophy whispered "fuck."
Box turned on a lamp next to her, staring at Trophy. He was shaking and avoiding her gaze.
"Sorry. I just- gosh, I can't 𝘥𝘰 movies like that. They really freak me out.."
Box watched him, his s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 expression sending a stab of guilt right through her heart. She hadn't meant to freak him out 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 badly, she only wanted to spook him a little.
"Hey, don't apologise. 𝘐'𝘮 the one who should apologise, if anything. I was the one who forced you to watch one in the first place."
"Box, it's okay, seriously. I'm not that bothered, but can we just watch a different genre or something. I'm 𝘯𝘰𝘵 watching another horror movie."
Box smiled, grabbing onto his hand, something she should've done 𝘸𝘢𝘺 earlier.
"Pfft- of course. You pick."
"Heh, really?"
"Yeah, really, go for it."
Box handed Trophy the remote, and he smiled, pressing a small kiss to her forehead.
"Damn, you must 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 love me if you're giving me remote privileges."
"..Heh, yeah, shut up."
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50 minutes in. Trophy wasn't shaking, wasn't completely tensed up, wasn't grabbing onto anything for dear life. Well, maybe Box's hand, but he did that normally. Even in his sleep, sometimes.
"You know.. this movie's 𝘸𝘢𝘺 better. Not as many clichés."
"Pfft, yeah, I knew it. This movie solos, like, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 out there. Action thrillers are the best."
"Of course you'd say that."
"You agree though, don't you."
"..Yeah."
Trophy smiled triumphantly, glancing back over at Box. She was facing him, bowl of popcorn in her hands, a little grin on her face.
"Popcorn??"
"Heh, don't mind if I do- 𝘈𝘊𝘒- 𝘏𝘌𝘠."
Box burst into laughter, continuing to throw popcorn at him. He grabbed a handful and threw it back at her, causing them both to collapse against each other, giggling and out of breath.
"This is gonna be a 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 for us to clean up."
Box whispered, and Trophy just shrugged.
"That's a problem for future us. For the present?"
Trophy asked, before pulling Box into his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"I'm kinda tired."
"Pfft-.. me too. Fine, let's go to sleep."
They slumped onto the couch together, completely invading each other's personal space, a mess between limbs and heads and bodies. Box fell asleep almost instantly, but Trophy stayed awake a little longer.
"Stupid scary movie."
He muttered, before smiling.
"Whatever. Goodnight, babe. Love you."
Box murmured something he didnt really understand, causing him to laugh.
"I love you too."
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