Movie Night (AIE) [Party Pooped]

>Once again, it's movie night at your house.
>When you were dumped into magic horse land, your house came for the ride.
>Including your modest movie collection.
>But without electricity they were only good for coasters.
>Or so you thought.
>Thanks to Twilight and her magic bullshit, you had rigged a power source for the appliances in your house.
>Too bad there was still no internet for your computer to be useful for.
>You'll have to fix that one day.
>Can't shitpost all by yourself.
>Anyway, it was quickly decided that a couple of nights a week the girls would come over to watch a flick with you.
>It was just a ploy to get you to be more social.
>It worked, but now the they're just fascinated with your world's media.
>Tonight was Rarity's turn to pick.
>And she chose a chick flick.
>Fuck.
>How did that get in there?
>You try to tempt with her with atleast a romcom, but she wasn't having any of it.
>You're sure this is payback for something you did.
>Resigned to your fate, you pop it into the player and settle onto your couch.
>The girls proceed to crowd around you, snacks and drinks prepared.
>Twilight is sitting by your side with the bowl of popcorn cradled in her lap.
>Awhile into the movie, you notice that she starts to shiver in her seat.
>Was she cold?
>You take your eyes off the screen and ask in a whisper.
"Hey, you okay Twi?"
>This snaps her out of the little fit.
>"I'm fine." She answers with a nervous smile.
>You shrug, returning to the movie.
>Eventually though, she starts to shiver again.
>You don't bother to say anything this time.
>If she says she's fine, she's fine.
>The movie continues to drag on, Twilight shuddering every once in awhile.
>Every cliche you expect is in here.
>And of course Rarity is drinking it up.
>Damn dress horse.
>It had gotten to the part where the mysterious, cool, sensitive guy was confessing his undying love for the plain girl.
>"You are my forever."
>With a shriek Twilight sends the bowl into the air, covering everyone with popcorn.
>You let out a grunt as the bowl comes crashing onto your head.
>Lifting the bowl, you glare down at the perpetrator.
"What the hell, Twilight?!"
>"S-sorry, sorry! I...I was just..."
>She trails off as she just bites her hoof, sweat on her brow.
>You quirk an eyebrow as you look from her to the TV and back.
"You're...scared of the movie?"
>"I am not!" She denies aggressively.
>The unwavering stares of you and the others finally breaks her down though.
>She sighs and admits with a grimace.
>It's just so...[spoiler]cheesy[/spoiler]."
>You groan into your hand as Pinkie giggles madly.