We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

Gerard drives us to my house, and I unlock the door for them to enter. Temper grins a mile wide.

"Your house is so awesome," she complimented.

Gerard smirked. "Is 'awesome' the only word you know?"

"No. But awesome is the awesomest word I know."

He rolls his eyes, and I direct everyone to my room in the basement. It has everything a movie marathon needs: popcorn, soda, candy, bean bag chairs, pretzels, and so on. Temper slumps herself in one of the bean bag chairs and searches through a crate of movies.

"So...your family really likes Tim Burton?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Beetlejuice. Nightmare Before Christmas. Edward Scissorhands. Batman, Sleepy Hollow."

I chuckle, "His movies are great."

"Hell yeah, they are," she answered. "Gerard, sit down. We're gonna watch one right now."

"Which one?"

"Edward Scissorhands."

"Perfect," I smiled.

Notes

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