“I thought you said this wasn’t scary” I murmur quietly, the ominous music of the movie covering the sounds of shuffling as I grip the arm rest of the theatre tighter.

You look over to me in disbelief, “you wanted a scary movie!”

My head snaps to the side, “what? No, you wanted to see a scary movie!” I whisper furiously.

The adoringly amused look I get in return is surprising, “I only wanted to watch one becaue you did.”

I watch suddenly aware of your knees tucked up under your chin, and the tight grip on the arm rest just aside mine.

We both start to snicker as it occurs to me to me that this was all one big misunderstanding.

We slowly begin to sober as we realise now we have to sit through another 45 minutes of this frankly horrifying movie.

“Shit,” I hear you mutter.

I look hesitantly towards the screen, ‘shit’ indeed.