Wasting Time – Evan, tag anyone

[Evan Hughes]

Having no plans for the day, until his, Dare’s and Takumi’s awesome jam session, Evan was going to take full advantage of it. At least, he planned to take full advantage of it until his mother came into his room, navigated the clothes-covered floor and shook him awake at the ungodly hour of 10 o’clock. The nerve of that woman!

So at her insistence, he couldn’t very well go back to sleep when she was shaking him, he slowly made his way out of bed, and into the shower. Then just as he was about to slide back underneath the very inviting covers, she was at his door again, something about cleaning, a very foreign concept to him. But again, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer so he gave in, attempting the impossible.

All the clothes on his floor went into the washing basket, he made his bed, cleaned out the snakes home and fed them, wasting more time than necessary cooing over them. He spent even more time taking care of his DVDS, straightening each one, making sure everything was pristine. He loved his DVDS. Then he had ‘maintain’ his drum kit by playing it for a little while, before his dear old mum dragged him off.

All in all, he suffered about two hours of the horror, finally drawing the line when he heard the word vacuum. Being the brave sort he was, he ran off, yelling out a quick goodbye and grabbing his car keys before she had a chance to stop him.

There were still a couple of hours to kill before the jam, so he decided to make his way down to the mall, check out some DVDs, maybe play around at the arcade. And try to distract himself for pulling out his phone for the hundredth time. He figured Brit would have messaged him for sure, to complain about the brunch or something, but his phone had been eerily quiet. He tried not to read into it too much, everything had seemed alright. Maybe she just forgot her phone.

The first place he hit was a little DVD store, one that held much better stock (in his opinion) than most of the major stores. “Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes? And Attack Of The Killer Rabbits? Oh, sweet!”

[Vic Webber]

"Those are nothing," Victor commented. "You should see this one." He picked up a case. "The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed Up Zombies. Bad acting, horrible sound, women dressed what I think was supposed to be a chicken singing about getting schick out of shape. You can't beat it!" He grinned.

"Its nice to meet someone else who has taste in movies like me." It was a rare thing too. "Vic Webber, I know almost everything there is to know about various movie monsters." He didn't like to brag but it was true for the most part especially when it came to the b movie monsters.

He knew the kid's face from school but not his name. "I didn't catch your name, and here I keep going on about everything." The kid was sort of a lighthouse in a sea of faces that all blended together.

"I maybe taking a wild guess here but you must have quite a collection. You have any particular favorites? I admit for myself, I'm partial to the Japanese Godzilla movies from the 60's, nothing like a rubber suited monster to bring out unintentional laughs."

[Evan Hughes]

Seeing how the apparently awesome taste endowed stranger dude had seen the movie before, maybe even owned his own copy, Evan had no qualms about snatching (nicely) the copy held in the guy’s hands, greedily reading over the back of the case. “I can’t believe I’ve never heard of this before. It sounds like a classic! And I love my singing chickens, ask any of my friends, they’ll all tell ya.” he laughed.

“Movie monsters. Ah, so you’re a specialist.” he grinned, nodding as if in approval. “I’m more of a movie in general sort of fan. I’ll give everything a go, love ‘em all. Except romantic comedies.” He shuddered at this, pulling a face of absolute disgust. “I don’t hate myself to make myself go through all that. Seriously, you ever see me eyeing off Pretty Woman, or anything staring Hugh Grant, don’t ask first, just grab it off me, and beat me to a bloody pulp. Be a mate.” Evan laughed.

“Nice to meet you Vic.” He waved his fee hand at the now not so stranger. “I’m Evan. If other people call me something different, they’ve kept it hidden from me. I’ve got a few...hundred DVDs, I think. You know, just a small collection I keep in my second room.” Laughing, he cast his eye over the racks of DVDs before looking back at Vic. “Probably spend too much money, but with classics like these,” he held up the DVD, “How can I resist? Would be stupid to! It’s treasure after all.”

He tried to pick out a favourite, or favourites, as the case might be, but it got too hard sorting through every great movie he ever saw, so he stopped. “Nah, no favourite, love too many of them. But I’ve never seen one of those Godzilla movies. Shocking, I know.” he smirked teasingly. “You know you’ve just volunteered to lend me yours. Don’t worry, I’ll treat ‘em as if they were my own babies. I won’t mention anything about you having me at rubber suit.”

He eyed Vic off, as if almost warily. “You go to Silver, right? You guys have like a film club? We do, oh, I’m Gould.” he clarified, “But it’s hard to get everyone to agree to watch what I want them to. Like they don’t believe I have great taste!”

[Vic Webber]

Its a classic all right, if you like turkeys of movies." Vic laughed, spreading the knowledge of B movies made him feel almost god like but without the power.

Victor winced. "I agree romantic comedies just don't cut it for me. However if you like to riff on a movie, then they're perfect. It got me through 'Twilight', word of advice never go out with a girl who would rather see a moody sparkling vampire than a real live tarantula."

The name clicked with him, this must have been the guy known for his jokes according to the rumor mills at school. "A couple hundred, impressive! Sounds like mine but then I sort of have to be biased and buy anything that my dad has been in. He's a stunt man, he'll freeze a scene and tell you everything that happened."

He smirked when he had intentionally "volunteered" to loan out a copy of the Godzilla movies. "My lips are sealed, but if I see one scratch on the discs, I'll start talking." He was kidding of course.

"I'm Gould as well, I'm in the junior class. I want to start my own film club, anything thats considered B level or lower. None of that A list or artsy fartsy stuff. I want to sit back and just have fun."

[Evan Hughes]

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Evan grinned, nodding. And once again Brittany was brought into the conversation. He wondered why he never really noticed that before, how she seemed to be on his mind almost constantly. And not in a thinking about what they get up to in her room and in the back of a van sort of a way. Mostly. He really hoped he was reading too much into the situation and getting paranoid for no reason, the one thing he never wanted to do was upset her. He would call her that night, or message, or something, he decided. If only to set his mind at ease.

“I’ve seen Twilight before, it’s pretty funny. It’s all cool though, don’t know how my girlfriend feels about tarantulas, though she’d probably like ‘em cause they’re cool, but she co-owns two snakes with me. Albino snakes! She doesn’t like watching me feed them, especially when it’s live mice, but besides that, she loves them! Doesn’t get all prissy about them, like some girls, lets them on her. That’s pretty awesome, gotta say. The snakes are mad though.”

“A stunt man?! That’s awesome! I would love to do that, those guys rock! Okay, if I ever see your dad, or an older guy who looks like you, I’m going to go and bug him, ask him a million questions about getting set on fire, and crashing cars, and all that cool stuff. Really hope it’ll be your old man then, or I pity the guy I end up cornering.”

“Wow....scary. Don’t worry sir, I’ll take good care of your DVDs sir. You won’t find any scratches on them sir.” Laughing, he poked his tongue out at Vic, as he was inclined to do. “My DVDs are about the only things in my room that get dusted regularly, so don’t worry, yours will be fine. And if not, I might not tell you where I live. Just to be safe, you know.”

Another film club, that seemed as though it would cover the movies the first tended to avoid, seemed like a good idea to him. Most things involving movies seemed like a good idea to him. “Cool, well, if you get one started, count me in for sure. Make me like, Vice President of the club or something. I would go for President, but you’d probably want that.” he smirked. “It’s gonna be hard, watching even more movies, but someone has to do it.”