Lena
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The night came and silence stretched over the house punctuated by the clatter of rain dancing on the window.
Sitting on the couch, I crossed my legs and scrolled through my phone.
Cara was on the other couch across from me, touching her phone. Occasionally she would stare at me, before falling to her gaze at her phone.
I pretended not to notice.
After a while, she sank into the chair, spreading her hands out. “I'm so bored,” she drawled. “Aren’t you bored?”
“Yeah, I am,” I said, “but there is nothing to do.”
Cara paused, rubbing her chin, and then her eyes glistened. “How about a movie?”
“What kind?” I raised a brow.
A maniacal smirk pulled one corner of her lips upwards.
I shook my head. “Please, not horror.”
Letting out a chuckle, she pushed her off the chair and
