A Little Bit a' Soft Core
Was too shy at first to post this on here but fuck it; In the spirit of Halloween, have getting a little high and a little smutty with gee.
“I think I got a camcorder just like that lyin’ around here..” Gerard’s voice is tight as he passes you the joint, the smoke expanding inside his lungs until he lets it waft out in a cloud behind him as he gets up off the bed. “Let me see…”
The television is the only source of light in Gerard’s bedroom on the lower floor of the house and the second he’s off the bed, you start to feel a little nervous, fighting the urge to let your eyes flit to every dark corner of the room. You’ve been marathoning horror movies all night and while you’re not usually a wuss, there’s something about the handheld a-la-Blair-Witch camera angles in this one that keeps you jumpy. Like you can’t predict what can happen in the narrow point of view as opposed to a full landscape.
You’ll take a smaller sized puff off the joint next time, thinking that may be the culprit. Meanwhile, dart your gaze back and forth between Gerard and the television - the vague silhouette of his sweatshirt-clad shoulders while he fumbles around versus the shaky found footage film that seems to only make the shadows flicker and pulse about the room.
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