Midnight--Jake grumbled to himself as he walked home from work. He’d had a particularly bad day and was very much looking forward to getting home to his girlfriend and just spending the night sitting on his ass watching reality television. He walked along the path towards his house and through the front door of his house.“I’m home!” he said, hanging up his coat and making his way into the living room where Quinn was sitting in a large chair messing around with her phone as usual.“Hey” she smiled back, looking up at him as he passed behind her.“I’m just gonna get a drink okay,” Jake said, walking through to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and opening the door of the fridge. “Did you buy more juice?”“Nope, sorry. Forgot.” Quinn replied without even looking up from her phone. Of course she hadn’t. She could buy chocolate, cake, cushions, new curtains, underwear or God knows what for herself but she could never remember his damn juice.He got himself a glass of water and carried it back through to the living room. He placed it on a table and then slumped himself down on the sofa, grabbing the television remote and changing the channel.“Oi,” snapped Quinn. “I was watching that!”“No you’re not! You’re on your bloody phone again.”“I was just about to put it down and-”“No you weren’t.” he cut her off. “You never put it down. It’s all you do. Phone this, phone that. Who are you even talking to? Certainly not me.”
This is me attempting to write a full story for the horror movie trailer my group was making in Media Studies. I found it too awkward to write because a friend and I were playing the main characters. Whoops.
