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Fright Night with Friends
By Deathbat_86

 

Chapter 2
Eventually, after Claire had beaten Brian to what would probably have been his death had it been
anything other than a sofa cushion she was hitting him with, Matt appeared downstairs. He walked
round the back of the sofa, slapping Brian round the back of the head. "Funny motherfucker today
aren't we?" he grinned as Brian looked up at him innocently. Claire looked pretty much everywhere in
the entire room except the direction Matt was in. She couldn't quite bash the imagine of him in all
his toned, muscular, slightly too attractive for her to cope with, glory out of her mind. "So what
we eating?" he asked, collapsing lengthwise in the sofa opposite, his feet landing in Zack's face.
Zack was half asleep and almost shot in the air when something bumped him. His eyes flew open and he
batted Matt's feet away like they were plague carrying giant spiders. "DUDE. I WAS HALF ASLEEP AND
MY MOUTH WAS OPEN." he howled. "Your toe could have gone in my fucking mouth" was his grumbled end
to the sentence when everyone looked at him in question. Matt laughed and shrugged. "So what dude?
I've been in the shower. I'm clean all over. Ask Claire" he grinned. Claire instantly glared at him.
"Matt can you just drop it" she muttered. Brian opened his mouth with a grin. "I SWEAR ON ALL THAT
IS SACRED IN THIS WORLD BRIAN ELWIN HANER JUNIOR, IF YOU SAY "HE ALREADY DID" I WILL FUCK YOU UP"
she snapped. Brian and Matt started laughing and Brian pulled Claire's head into his side, ruffling
her hair. "You make it too easy" he laughed. "That's what Mr Exhibitionist over there said" she
huffed, pointing to Matt. "HEY, I was in my own room when you charged in. Clearly not exhibitionism.
Clearly you just wanted to catch me unawares" he smirked. Claire rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, coz I
have nothing better to do with my time than to sneak around trying to catch a glimpse of your pimply
gorilla ass" she bit back. Zack pulled a face of disgust. "Ewww dude. I'm a little to fucked up
right now to be finding out that you have ape ass." he groaned. Matt thumped him playfully in the
stomach, which, even thought it was playful, still resulted in a "OMMPPHHH" from Zack. "I have a
cute ass" Matt said with a nod. Brian raised an eyebrow and laughed. Matt just shrugged. "I DO. I've
been told" he shrugged. Claire rolled her eyes and smirked. "Well they were lying. I've seen more
attractive asses at the Donkey Sanctuary" she quipped. Matt looked at her then stuck his bottom lip
out and batted his eyelashes. She almost fell off the damn sofa. She tugged her head out of Brian's
grip and plodded over to Matt, falling down on his knee. "I'm kidding" she pouted. He grinned and
wrapped his arms around her. "Better be bitch" he smiled. She gasped and slapped the peak of his hat
so it flew over the back of the sofa. "That's strike one, strike two and you won't have a hat to
save you" she grumbled. He rolled his eyes and grinned. "I'm terrified" he said in a totally deadpan
voice. "Ughhhhh screw you. I was happier over there with Syn" she frowned, turning her back on him
and going back over to Brian who welcomed her with a big smile and open arms. She cuddled into him
and stuck her tongue out at Matt who just smirked and curled himself behind a half asleep Zack
wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. "DUDE, What the fuck is wrong with you?" Zack squealed.
"I'm too burnt out for this shit. Just...keep your hands to yourself bro. I ain't your woman." He
mumbled, obviously terribly tired and rather confused. "Zack....go to bed you fucking idiot" Claire
giggled. "I'm not tired" he replied. It would have been more convincing if he hadn't been yawning at
the time. "I just need to eat. Then I'll be ready to go tear some more shit up. We heading out
tonight?" he asked, scratching his head sleepily. Claire frowned and looked at Brian. "He does know
it's almost 1 in the morning doesn't he?" she asked. Brian just shrugged. "Zack go to fucking bed
bro" Matt smiled. Zack looked around and whined. "But that means getting up and calling a cab and
getting home and that's just fucked up" he groaned, flopping his head back down on the sofa. Matt
rolled his eyes. "Dude, I have a spare fucking room. Stay here. Just go crash. You need it" he
sighed. Zack forced himself up with a half assed nod. "Alright. Gunna crash. Night guys" He stumbled
over to Claire and kissed the top of her head then ruffled Brian's hair childishly. They watched him
practically haul himself up the steps using the rail as leverage. Then after a few minutes they
heard a loud thump. Matt and Brian both looked at each other. "Bet he fell" Matt grinned. "I'M
ALRIGHT. I JUST FELL. G'NIGHT" Zack yelled from upstairs. They all started laughing as Matt shook
his head. Claire grinned and looked from Brian to Matt. "And then there were three" she sighed.
The three of them stayed awake for a few more hours. Claire was starving so they got pizza and
decided to watch a film. The boys, being boys, wanted to watch something gory and scary. Claire was
a massive wimp when it came to certain types of films. She could watch horror movies and she could
sit through pretty much any zombie film without it bothering her, in fact, she adored some of the
zombie films. Any by Raimi or Romero she could watch again and again. But when Matt put on the film
and clicked the lights out, Claire instantly knew she was in trouble. She recognised the beginning.
The film he'd decided on was the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Probably the one film that Claire
had always been too chicken to watch. And it turned out to be for good reason. She hated it. Less
then 30 minutes into it she was cowering into Brian's side. Half her pizza untouched on the table in
front of her because she was too scared to eat, dying for the loo but not able to venture upstairs
in the dark by herself. Matt and Brian started laughing and whooping as another particularly gross
bit of the film played on the screen. Claire squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered softly. The guys,
until that point, through she was just being a wuss. "Are you alright?" Matt asked with a slight
smile. Claire peeked at him through her hair and shook her head. "I hate this film. Why is leather
face such an utter creepy bastard?" she whined. He grinned and rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't be much of
a horror film if he wasn't. It's not REAL" he laughed. Claire shrugged. "Doesn't mean it isn't
scary" she whispered. Brian laughed and put his arm around her, pulling her close into his side.
"It's alright. We're here. We won't let anyone hurt you. You're sa...MATT THERE'S SOMEONE BEHIND
YOU" he yelled. Claire shrieked and threw her arms over her head to protect herself as Matt and
Brian burst out laughing. She realised that he'd done it to scare her and glared at him. "SO. NOT.
FUNNY" she snapped. He grinned and put his arm around her again. "Sorry. Want us to turn it off?" he
asked. Claire sighed and shook her head. Alright she wouldn't sleep a wink now after watching this
film but rather that than the guys think she was a moron. She sat through the rest of the film
without making a peep just to prove a point. Fuckers weren't going to scare her for their own
amusement.
Once the horrendous film had finished and Claire had made a mental note of never even being in the
same HOUSE as that movie ever again, Matt turned the lights back on and cleared away the empty pizza
boxes and food wrappers. Brian yawned loudly and sighed as he helped Matt tidy the living room.
"Well....I think I'm done for the night guys" he muttered. It was 4am now. No wonder he was
crashing. "Matt can I crash here?" he asked. Matt nodded. "Sure dude. You know where your room is"
he shrugged. Brian smiled and pulled Claire into a hug. "Alright. I'll see you guys tomorrow.
Goodnight. Don't let leather face bite" he grinned. Claire thumped his chest and pushed him away. "I
hope he bites YOU" she grumbled. Brian smiled and kissed her forehead then messed up her hair.
"Sleep tight you guys" he sighed, wriggling his fingers in a lame ass goodbye as he too headed for
the stairs. Matt turned to Claire and smiled. "You look pretty beat too" he said. "Oh thanks" she
scoffed. He grinned and rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. You should go get some sleep. You've
been up for what.....like 2 days now?" he said. She nodded. "About that" she shrugged. He smiled and
clicked the kitchen light off, walking out behind her and pushing her shoulders to lead her towards
the steps. "Come on. You need to crash." he smiled. She shrugged and sighed. "Not that tired
actually" she mumbled. She was lying. She was exhausted but she was still a little too wired from
the film to be able to sleep. She was one of those people with a really vivid imagination so no
matter how much she KNEW it wasn't real, it would still scare the bejesus out of her for a while.
Matt rolled his eyes and forced her up the steps, stopping outside a door, three doors down from his
bedroom. "Go on." he mumbled, pushing the door open with his foot and steering her inside. "You know
where the bathroom is. If I'm not awake when you get up in the morning just help yourself to
anything you want, feel free to have a shower or eat some breakfast, blah blah whatever. You know
the drill." he smiled. She sighed and nodded. "I don't have anything to change in to" she muttered,
looking down at her dark blue jeans and black hoodie. "Sleep naked" he smirked. She rolled her eyes
and frowned. "YOU sleep naked" she muttered. "I do" he said with a shrug. She shook her head and
smiled. "Why would you even tell me that? Freak. I need something to sleep in. If I'm going to get
murdered in the night by some lunatic wearing someone else's face then I need to be decent" she
smiled. He laughed and nodded. "Alright. One sec" He headed out of the room and down the hall,
appearing a few minutes later. "Here" He smiled, throwing something at her. She caught it and
smiled. It was his black t shirt with "Fuck your morals" written on the front in big white
lettering. She always thought he looked kind of hot in that shirt. "I can't sleep in this. You love
this shirt" she mumbled. He grinned and shrugged. "Yeah but I'm not using it right now. I'll get it
back tomorrow. Now get some sleep. You know where I am if you need me." he smiled. She played with
the shirt in her hands as she peered up at him. "Thanks Matt" she said softly. He shrugged and
pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "It's cool. Don't
have nightmares." he smirked. "Night" she grinned back as he walked out of the room and shut the
door behind her.
She stripped down to her underwear and pulled the shirt on. He'd obviously worn it recently because
she could smell him on it. She grinned as she climbed into bed and pulled the crisp sheets over her.
She liked staying at Matt's house just because everything he in it smelled like he did. It was
comforting. She snuggled her face into the pillows and sighed. Her eyes were burning but every time
she closed them she started thinking about the film. She imagined leather face lurking in the house,
creeping up the stairs. Pausing outside her room. The floorboards creaked and she jumped, gripping
the covers tight in her hands and staring at the door. THIS was why she didn't like certain types of
film. No matter how ridiculous it was, she couldn't help but wind herself up and make herself more
scared. She KNEW the only people in the house were Matt, Brian and Zack but still her heart was
racing. She looked at the clock. She'd only been in bed about half an hour. She wondered if Matt was
still awake, wracking her brains to think of a reason to go see him so she didn't have to lay here
alone and terrify herself into having a heart attack every time there was any kind of noise from
inside the house. She leant over the side of the bed and fumbled around in her bag, plucking out her
mobile phone. She hovered over Matt's name then decided to text him. She knew he always turned his
phone off when he went to sleep so if he was still awake he'd get her message and if not, she knew
not to disturb him. "What you doing?" was the message she sent. "Please be awake. Please be awake"
she muttered to herself. After a few minutes her screen lit up and her phone vibrated in her hand.
"Quantum physics" was his reply. She giggled and rolled her eyes. Sarcastic bastard. "I'm scared"
she text back. Adding a smiley face with a tongue sticking out in an attempt to make herself seem
less pathetic. "Are you kidding?" was his reply. She thought for a second what to put. If she said
no, she wasn't kidding, then she'd probably NEVER live it down. If she said yes, she was kidding
then she'd have to lay in this room in the pitch black by herself all night wondering if she was
about to die horribly at the hands of a fictional character. She settled for not putting any words,
just a sad face. He could interpret that however he wanted.
Matt saw the sad face on his phone and rolled his eyes with a smile. She was such a child. He knew
she'd freak out. She always did. He threw off the covers with a sigh and shook his head as he pulled
on some boxers and headed to her room. He knew her well enough to know that if he didn't go rescue
her, she'd spend the entire night not sleeping and she was knackered already. He pushed her bedroom
door open and clicked on the light, looking at her like a slightly amused parent. She was hunched up
against the head board clutching the covers to her chin. "What are you 8?" he whispered with a
laugh. She pouted and shrugged. "I'm a wimp" she muttered. "And I'm a girl. I get irrationally
scared of things that can't hurt me. Don't judge. It's part of my DNA" He grinned and shook his
head, pulling the door shut behind him and clicking off the light. "You're fucking useless" he
laughed, climbing in to bed beside her and pulling her against him. "I said don't judge" she
whispered with a giggle. "Go to sleep idiot" he smiled. She grinned and held onto his forearm as her
eyes drooped shut. Suddenly, all the leather faces in the world weren't enough to scare her.

 

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