𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

❝ Come help me out, I need to get me out of this joint come on, let's bounce, counting on you to turn me around ❞

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟒,

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊

"I don't know, I just think it's so.. weird."

You look over to the side at Marco.

The two of you were both laying down on towels next to each other on one of New Yorks many beaches, enjoying yourselves.

"What's weird?"

"Everything. I'm still getting used to being off-set"

You laugh softly, turning your head to look at the sky.

It was one of those days on the beach where it was cloudy, windy, and was probably going to rain later. Marco was probably one of your closest friends since you started acting together apart from Sasha and maybe Jean, and with that you thought you'd book a vacation for a few weeks. Alone, together.

"You never even got to see the ocean, damn,"

He scoffs, hitting you in the side playfully.

You snickered, looking back over at the freckled man and bringing the pads of your fingers to your lips.

Sitting up, you brush off your legs of any sand that had been blown onto your thighs from the wind. You look out, and closely inspect the way the water touches the horizon before standing up and pulling Marco up with you.

He quickly spins you around, nearly tossing you into the sand before you both jog down to the waves that slowly crashed against the shore, where they slid up against your ankles, and slowly made their way higher the deeper you went.

"It's freezing," He says, looking over at you.

"I know." You move your head, sharing the same look.

"Wh-"

You quickly grab him by the shoulders, and push him forward into the water. He reacts quickly, grabbing your arm and pulling you down with him.

"Fuck!" You shout, only to be cut off by getting at least a handful of salt-water in your mouth.

The black-haired male laughs as you splutter and cough, using him to pull you up from your spot in the water.

"That.. really woke me up-"

𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗡𝗬𝗖, 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗢𝗦' 𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 ──

"Men in horror movies are so dumb," Marco snorts, filling up your wine glass as you shuffle through a basket of DVDs.

"Every adult in horror movies are dumb.. where's the ten year olds' fighting off zombies?" You laugh, putting one of the discs to the side and pulling out another to look at it closely.

He sits down next to you, crossing his legs and handing you your drink.

"Thank you good sir," You smile, pulling one of the dvd's out and giving it to Marco, and asks him,

"This one?"

"Hell no. This series sucks. Why can't we just watch Star-Wars, or Childs Play or something?" He sighs, falling backwards so his back was now on the living room carpet.

You look back into the basket, and dig around a little bit before pulling out a few more options.

"Damn, you got these too?"

"I've got a shitload of movies, y/n"

"Fucking nerd,"

He kicked you in the side with his heel, and you laugh softly before picking up your glass and downing a quick sip, the bitter liquid stinging the back of your throat.

"Uhh.. this one?" You hold up another dvd, and look over at Marco tilting your head.

"Nah, i've already seen it so many times"

You raise your eyebrows and purse your lips, digging around again.

"This one?"

"I've already seen it,"

"What about.. this?"

"Nah, looks shitty,"

"Christ, Bodt, just choose one!" You groan.

He laughs at you, and it really was something contagious.

You two went back and fourth over which movie to watch, you finally settled on some horror movie you both hadn't seen yet.

Now, you were both laying on his couch eyes fixated on the screen in front of you.

You raise your glass to lips, and tilt your head back, tasting the liquid.

"Fuck them children, i don't know why a pregnant woman would even try and go in there," You say, gesturing with your hands.

"Honestly I could not tell you either. But, if she hadn't insisted they'd gone in maybe this wouldn't be a movie with a plot?"

"That makes no sense.."

"I know.. but, like what's killing them?"

He looks at you with a small shrug, and takes another long sip of his wine.

"Damn,"

The night slowly dragged on, followed by a series of different movies and the same wine just poured multiple times.

Now, you were a little light-headed and dizzy, the screen was practically frozen to you, as you couldn't do as much as focus on it.

Marco's head was on your lap, and you were positive he was as drunk as you were. Definitely with the way he slurred his words every time he would comment about the film, or you even.

He would talk about Jean, times on set, sometimes the sky. He was a talkative drunk, which was what you honestly expected from someone like him.

"What would happen if we fucked?"

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this was a short ass chapter but i dont give a shit

unedited

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑...

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