She was shaken up there was no denying, Livi would have been the fool of the year if she’d thought she’d get away with acting different. “I’m fine. I just have bad memories of that basement, you know? Other than that I’m fine.” Whenever Livi was in a mood she’d feel even worse if Gabe saw her, she didn’t want him to worry and she always felt like a burden when he did. “Honestly, I’m fine.” She turned round onto her side to face him, throwing a smile in his direction she sighed, out of nothing but contentment.

He was usually fine with someone looking upset or down, because more times often than not, it was down to him. But with Livi, his worry was directed to whether he was the cause or not. After realising this was probably the second or third proper relationship he’d attempted, he found he cared a hell of a lot more about it, knowing he’d have to be more careful about what he said. “You wanna talk about it?” Gabe asked, looking her in the eyes and brushing her hair out of her face.

"I know, but still." She wanted to believe him and every atom in her body was telling her too, but there was always that little shade of doubt in her mind that told her he was joking. Self-doubt and insecurity played far too large a part in Livi’s life and she loathed herself for it. She wanted to be herself, truly, but something was always holding her back. "The Notebook. We were talking about that." She yawned and wiped her eyes quickly, she wasn’t crying or anything but she just felt her eyes tear up a little. She could tell Gabe was tired, she didn’t want to keep him up - it didn’t seem fair. "You can go to sleep if you want, I’ll power through the rest of this." No matter what mood Livi was in, her sarcasm remained strong.

Gabe could tell that his girl’s mood had gone from willing to watch the horror movie and being high on life from being low and slightly sarcastic. He had absolutely no idea why, but he was suddenly slightly worried about her. Sitting up a little, the male rested his head upon his hand once he propped himself upon his elbow, looking down on Livi. “Babe, are you alright?” He questioned, caterpillars furrowing together in confusion. He didn’t like seeing her like this, and he felt like he’d said something wrong.

"I’m sure that’s exactly what its called." Livi mumbled and dug her head into the pillow. "Hey, I was one of those people, Gabe. Don’t you remember?" She was still bothered about this, it still made her feel sick to her stomach and it caused a feeling of sheer fear to overcome her body and paralyse her with the thought of being stuck down in that basement once again. "It’s actually a really good movie, if you’d bothered to watch it." Livi wasn’t in a mood, well she probably was in a mood, but she was still feeling shitty over the whole Halloween thing.

“You know, if I knew you back then like I knew you today, then I would’ve done absolutely everything to get you out of there.” Placing a soft kiss to her temple, Gabe knew that even if he wanted to, he’d have gone back and had Livi then and there. But he also didn’t regret it; he felt it had been necessary to have that section of his time at Avira to whore around and sleep with a lot of girls. “I can’t even remember what we were talking about.” He yawned, his fingers moving to his hair to play with the strands.

"Yeah, whatever. I’m still cautious of TVs and everything because of that. Worst Halloween ever." Livi could be highly stroppy when she wanted to be, literally like a little toddler when they don’t get their own way. "I care much for actors. They make the film, Gabe. Well not literally obviously, but like if an actors good - the movies good, you know?” Previously before her majoring in journalism Livi had focused specifically on movie critiquing - so she knew her stuff. Trying to hold back a sigh of both relaxing and contentment, Livi struggled greatly. “Can you not do that, please, I’m trying to focus here. It’s getting really interesting.” As she wriggled about again in an attempt to make herself more comfortable, it became apparent what she was doing by wriggling about so much.

“I bet there’s a fear name for that. Telephobia or something. All my Halloweens are pretty great. The one at Avira was pretty fun, you know? People got kidnapped, people got trapped. Classic.” He laughed a little, knowing that the previous Halloween had definitely been one of his favourites.  “Well I don’t. All I gotta see is some chicks w-.,, who die, from being so stupid. Stupid bimbo blondes..” Realising he was just digging a hole for himself, he just shut himself up by continuing to kiss her neck, he moved his lips up her jawbone, knowing her words had been a complete lie. “He dies, she dies, they all die apart from those two.”

"You might be wrong, remember The Ring? Yeah, that bitch still haunts me." Livi had a point, she hated all these horror films but endured them (and the nightmares) purely because Gabe liked them. "Stop! You know I hate that." She tried to sound angry but really just laughed and wriggled a little when he squeezed her - he knew it was her pet hate and she never did anything to reinforce that, well except kiss him. That usually worked. "Ryan Gosgoose? You’re kidding right?" Trying to hold back her laughter she covered her mouth with her free hand and tried to giggle quietly. Recovering from Ryan Gosgoose she returned to a more calm tone - "You do realise we never make it to the end of that movie because of you, right?"

Shaking his head, Gabe smiled a little, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion and slight amusement. “Babe, that’s not a real thing. It’s a film, so.. not real.” He concluded for her. He liked horror movies, like a normal dude would. And action movies? He was there. “I know.” He grinned ear to ear as she mocked anger and failed miserably in doing so. Shrugging off his purposely made mistake of saying that actor guy’s name wrong, he cleared his throat and moved a little to get comfortable again. “I don’t care much for actors, you know. I realise that, too, but I don’t see you complaining about it.” The brown haired male reached down to place a few kisses onto Livi’s neck, an action he knew every girl loved and couldn’t resist. Especially with Livi, he just loved watching her relax under his touch and hearing her sighs when she was content.

Livi knew he was enjoying this far too much, it’s her own fault really. She had been subdued to this torture purely because of his undeniable charm and persuasion. “Watch it to understand it, sure. I’m watching and all I’m seeing is death - that’s a little awkward.” Gasping in fake horror at the audacity of him questioning ‘sad soppy movies’ and the delicious males that may or may not take the lead Livi objected, “Hey, listen. I watch those movies and I may cry but the guys in those can’t compare to you. So one way or another, we will be watching them.”

“Man up, Liv, nothing’s coming out the screen to get you.” Gabe joked, gently squeezing her side as if to poorly attempt to make her squirm. His mind somehow wandered back to their.. New Years? Valentine’s? .. kiss. Getting her worked up made him smile a little knowing he could calm her down after the event. “Do I really wanna sit through hours upon hours of hearing about how ‘hot’ Ryan Gosgoose is in that one scene? No.” He had sat through The Notebook multiple times, each time managing to get the girl into having sex with him around half an hour into the film.