"... I hate myself," Adelaide said glumly, stuffing a fistful of popcorn into her mouth and chewing morosely. "Why else would I suggest watching Titanic if I didn't hate myself?"
The movie wasn't even finished, yet Adelaide was already in the middle of her waterworks. A small cluster of discarded tissues lay at her feet as a testament to her emotional state right now. "I can't believe Leonardo DiCaprio never won an Oscar," she said mournfully. "Look at him! Look!" She pointed at the screen accusingly, where Jack wooed Rose with his kindness. "Oh my God. He's so perfect. I need a Jack of my own, honestly."
The idea that her commentary would disturb Elsy and Hazel hadn't occurred to her yet. It was a quirk: she tended to comment on everything during a movie, voicing her opinions quite vocally to the annoyance of others. She just couldn't help herself. Many people found it irritating, which was why she usually torrented movies on her laptop and watched them by herself so as not to disturb anyone else... and chances were that the two girls sharing the couch with her right now had learned their lesson, and would never make the same mistake twice.
"Nut uh. You make the pretty music, so I came. I mean to come here."
"Haven't you heard about how curiosity killed the cat?"Chris asked impassively, dipping his mop into the soapy water. Did kids like this even exist anymore? It just figured that he'd be stuck under the same roof as the last of the Brady bunch, wouldn't it? He exhaled and brought the mop up again, slapping it onto the floor and pushing it downwards. Wet streaks trailed behind him as he moved steadily towards the right, further and further away from the girl. Kids scared him--they were too fragile, and he never knew what to say or do around them so he just tried to... scare them off, usually.
"I'm Mikayla. What's your name?"
He suppressed a wince. Damn, this one was insistent. "Dean," he lied, moving his mop under the bench to wipe the floor underneath it.