Missy
“No way. Nope. I will not,” I repeated.
“Oh, come on, you’re scared of a movie?” Maddox laughed at me.
“That stuff is supposed to be based on true stories!” I argued.
He just continued to laugh, tears starting to leak from his eyes. I scowled at him. “We are not watching scary movies tonight. End of discussion!” I told him defiantly, going back to my ice cream. We were sitting on a bench in the small park that's a few blocks from the Inn. I showed him around the town today. We mainly had just wandered around and talked, messing around all day. I really enjoyed spending time out here away from the pack, and Maddox just made it more fun.
“It’s not over. I will get you to watch a scary movie with me,” he said confidently with a smirk on his face. He shoveled more ice cream in h
