Page 56 of The Write Track
“You know,” she said, her tone teasing. “Don’t drag it out,” she warned. “I told you.”
“Yes, but yours turned out to be a solid horror movie with a bad ending,” I said. “Mine is… different.”
She narrowed her eyes. “The only way I will mock you is if you say it’sHalloween: Resurrection.”
I burst out laughing before I realized it was going to happen. “Yes, when a rapper took out Michael.”
“I’m not a big fan of the sixth one either,” she admitted. “I love Paul Rudd as much as anybody, but that movie does not hold together.”
“What’s your favoriteHalloweenmovie?”
“You haven’t answered my other question,” she whined.
“Just tell me, and I’ll answer.”
“Fine.” She made a face that I secretly found adorable. “I’m supposed to say the first one, and it is a classic. I like the second one too. Weirdly, however, the one set at the boarding school with Josh Hartnett is my favorite.”
“Why that one?”
“Josh Hartnett is hot.”
Her answer was too easy. “Why really?”
“Because I like the moment when Laurie locks herself in with Michael and goes on the offensive. They ruin it in the next one, say it was some innocent guy she beheaded. That ending was amazing when it was Michael, though.” She looked wistful enough that I wondered if she wanted to do that to Preston, at least metaphorically.
“House of Wax,” I announced, causing her to jolt. “The Chad Michael Murray one.”
“That’s your favorite bad horror movie?” She was agog.
“The ambiance is amazing. The acting is solid. The story holds together. The special effects are solid.” I took a breath. “It also does the one thing we’ve all wanted to do at one time in our lives.”
A sly smile took over her features. “Shove a huge rod through Paris Hilton’s head?” she assumed.
I grinned. She got me, and she didn’t judge. That felt somehow miraculous.
“I like that one, too, although I have a thing about dolls. I don’t like them. The wax figures in that movie felt like giant dolls, and it freaked me out.”
“It’s good to know about the dolls.” I held out my hand to her, briefly wondering if she would take it.
She didn’t hesitate before twining her fingers through mine. “This is fun. What other bad horror movies do you like? I loveJason X, which was mentioned at dinner.”
“That movie gets far too much hate,” I agreed. “It’s fun. Do you know what’s kind of a horror movie and gets crapped on but that I watch whenever I see it?” I felt like I was confiding in my new best friend. Sure, she was a best friend I was suddenly dying to strip naked and kiss all over, but I was trying to ignore that part.
“Which one?”
“The Happening.”
She froze. This time she wasn’t smiling. “The one where Mark Wahlberg talks to plants?”
I laughed at her horror. “I find the build-up great.”
“He’s terrible, though.”
“That’s why it’s funny.”
She considered it. “Okay, I’ll give you that, but I don’t like M. Night movies. He got lucky with one gimmick, and then he became married to them whether they worked or not. It was painful.”
“Speaking of your crush Josh Hartnett,Trapwas a crappy comeback vehicle.”
