It+All+Started+With+A+Movie+Date

It All Started With A Movie Date // (Charlie is sitting on his couch in his dorm when Andrew burst in) // Charlie: What the—What’s the matter with you? Andrew: //(Staring at his hands)// I—I killed her, Charlie… Charlie: What? Who? Andrew: Amanda. Charlie: The girl you took to the movies tonight? Andrew: Yeah, yeah. Charlie: //(Freaking out)// And you killed her? Andrew: I know, I know. I can’t believe it! Charlie: Are you joking? Because it’s not funny. Andrew: No! Charlie: Slow down. Tell me what happened. Andrew: //(Takes breath)// Okay. Here’s what happened. I took her to the movies in my Ford. You know, the black one with the really hot rims and the— Charlie: Does it matter? Andrew: Sorry. Well, anyways, we went and saw //Lake House Terror//. Okay, it sounds cheesy and cliché, but it actually was a really good movie. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: Get to the point, Andrew. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: Okay, well, when the movie was over, we had a really tough time getting back to my truck. It was ’cause of this stupid lady wouldn’t press our button in the elevator. So when we tried to get out when the lady’s fat son spills ketchup on Amanda’s jeans. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: Where’d he get the ketchup? <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: From the hotdog he was eating. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: In an elevator? <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: //(Mocking Charlie)// Does it matter? <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: Sorry, go on. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: So she says she doesn’t want her blue jeans to get a stain so she says she is going to wash them in our dorm laundry room. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: Why doesn’t she just use her own dorm laundry room? <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: I don’t know. Something about us having better bleach. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: Bleach? For blue jeans? <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: I don’t know. This girl was weird. Okay, so I loan her a pair of sweats while she puts her pants in the washing machine and I leave while she’s changing out of her stained pants. And then I hear this bang and like some sort of scream. And I think she’s being attacked or something. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: In a laundry room? =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Andrew: It could happen! So I burst through the door to come and save her, and well, I kind of… = =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Charlie: You kind of what? = <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: I kind of hit her with the door and she fell down the stairs. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: Oh my Gosh! <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: And I went to see if she was okay, b-but she wasn’t. She was dead! And I didn’t know what to do so I came to you. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: Oh my Gosh, Andrew! W-Where did you leave her? <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: Down in the laundry room. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: In the laundry room? Are you crazy? You left a dead body in the laundry room? <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: No duh, you weren’t thinking! //(Starts to pace the floor)// Oh, God, oh, God, what are we going to do? =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Andrew: And you know what the worst part is? = <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: There’s more? <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: The worst part is…//(He takes a dramatic pause)//…that this was all a joke. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: What? <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: //(Suddenly bursts into laughter)// It was—It was all made up! <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: You idiot! You had me freaked out! <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: I can’t believe you fell for that! <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Charlie: //(Punches Andrew and Andrew falls to the ground as Charlie storms offstage)// You suck! <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 19px;">Andrew: //(Calls after him)// I can’t believe you fell for that! You’re so gullible.

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