Qiuyue leaned back into the pillow, shifting just enough to make space for her gangly lanky benben also known as Kris, the man with a thousand names. The laptop sat precariously on top of the pillow resting on her lap. It was finally movie night after weeks of work at college and Quiyue couldn’t help but take the first chance at a break knowing the two would be slogging again soon (beginning the next day).

“What are we watching?” his voice rumbled beside her as she snuggled closer to him. He had somehow managed to sneak into the hostel again and she was somewhere between elated and afraid of being caught.

“I’m going to shut my eye and randomly click on a movie, so if it’s a chick flick, you’d better deal with it.”

He grumbled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder smiling as she unconsciously snuggled closer.

Unfortunately, it was a horror movie Qiuyue chose – The Conjuring.

“You sure this is okay?” his voice sounded hesitant as she chuckled

“I’ll protect you.”

“Shut up.”

“I love you too.”

He shook his head at the cheesiness and briefly pressed his lips against hers before turning to the screen. The movie was rather bearable with all the lights on, the plot was intriguing and creepy and just when he felt Quiyue’s finger’s curling into the fabric of his shirt, the power went out.

Silence.

“Kris?”

“Yeah?”

“Goo-aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!” her voice echoed through the room as she clung onto him with all her might. He could hear her heart racing against his skin and her head was buried in his chest as he floundered around trying to hold onto her and figure out what was going on. This was not how he intended things to go.

Three knocks on the door resounded in the room as he turned to see a white figure disappear from near the door making an unearthly sound escape his lips as he clung onto Qiuyue and the two screamed for their lives. Definitely the opposite of how he wanted things to go (which was movie, scare, cuddles, make out and a little something something)

The lights came back on as a wheezing laugh was heard from the corridor.

“Go check.” She nudged him, throat still hoarse from the screaming.

“Why don’t you go? What if it’s the warden?” he whispered back.

“What? No.”

“We both go?”

“Fine.”

They tiptoed to the door, carefully peeking out.

“Heyyy Leadah, don’t wanna know what was going on in there, but make sure you use protection yeah?” Minah chuckled, tossing her long hair back and dusting some invisible dust off her long white night shirt.

“KIM MINAH!” two voices chorused as a loud “Hey! No throwing shoes!” resounded through the ladies hostel.

I love you too leadah :P