Cassie

The house is empty and quiet. Beth is at a party and Christopher and Kate are out for dinner. My room is dark except for the lamp on my desk, which provides enough light to read my book. After a few minutes I catch myself drifting off and I decide to go downstairs to get something to drink. As I take a sip of orange juice, I hear the TV in the living room. Cassie must be watching a movie. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust, but then I spot Cassie sitting on the couch. The old t-shirt with an impressive cleavage, which fits her pretty snug and the lack of a bra leaves nothing to the imagination. I'm about to go back upstairs to avoid being seen with a massive hardon, when Cassie spots me and lets out a scream. At first I don't know what is happening, before I look at the TV screen and realize she is watching a horror movie. I must have given her quite a scare.

“John, you idiot!” she curses and throws a pillow at me. In that moment I can't keep myself from smiling, what outrages her even more.

“I'm sorry Cassie.” I try to calm her down. “I heard the TV and wanted to check it out. I didn't mean to....... surprise you.”

She doesn't give me a reply at first.

“You wanna....... watch with me?” she asks shyly. By her tone of voice and her earlier reaction I can tell that the movie is scarier than she thought. When I was little I often snuck in to the living room at night and watched horror movies and I still remember not being able to fall asleep after.

I walk over to the couch and sit down next to her. Cassie turns her head and smiles at me. For the next few minutes both of us follow the movie. It isn't that good, but I've seen worse. Every time something sudden happens, Cassie jumps a little. She definitely isn't the horror movie type. Feeling sorry for her I put my arm around her and pull her towards me. At first she resists, but then she slides closer and even leans her head on my shoulder. The evenings that I have spend with Mia in front of a TV like this come to mind. The few times her parents weren't fighting or my mom hadn't passed out on the couch. The familiar feeling of a warm body next to me is a wonderful one.