jayjustin (jayjustin) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-01-12 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | justin finch-fletchley, megan jones |
Who: Justin Finch Fletchley and Megan Jones
What: The scaring of one Megan Jones
Where: Justin's flat.
When: 8 till late, probably, even early.
Rating: TBA
It seemed almost fitting, that after they’d finished painting the lounge room - they would hang out again. This time with the absence of a paintbrush, the absence of a paint war; despite how much fun Justin had actually had smearing paint all over his best friend, and just sit down and enjoy it. Without the paint fumes and with pizza and a movie. It seemed fitting, because it was. Justin, hadn’t realized until after their paint war, that they didn’t do things like that anymore. Hangout, do nothing, but joke around. Just have fun. Justin, could remember, that when they had been at Hogwarts they had been the closest - or she had been the closest to him; because there was Wayne (who Justin never really got along with, but Megan did) that liked to hang out with her too, but Justin liked to think they were the closest. And it was because of that, that Justin couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed it till there was this giant line between them (which, damn, he should have noticed, because lines just didn’t exist with them) that they had drifted apart. So it was partly, because Justin wanted his living room painted and partly, because he missed his best friend - that he kept inviting Megan over to paint.
Justin liked horror movies. Which, no one probably would have guessed. Sally was right, he was a debonair intellectual - which should have tied him with films in black and white, and films that involved subtitles. Which, yes, he did enjoy. But, it was horror films that actually had Justin queuing up in lines for hours and dragging Megan along to ever new release. When it came to movies - Justin was a morbid guy. He liked seeing large amounts of corn syrup blood and he loved laughing over the ridiculous scares that had Megan grabbing at his shoulder. Justin, liked horror movies.
He grabbed, the six pack from the fridge - set it out on the coffee table and decided to change his shirt for the third time. White, Cream, Blue - plaid. Justin, was just doing up the buttons when he heard the knock on his door. He gave up, letting it hang loose over his t-shirt, before he ran a hand through his hair, and and walked over, casually opening the door with a smile. “Hey.”