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"Hey! Rose ya got any beer?" Charlene yelled at her friend from the fridge.
"I dunno! Look!" Came Rose's voice from a different hallway.
"Well if you don't know if you have beer you sure you have National Treasure?" Charlene yelled.
"Charlie shut up it's right here. And that's not the fridge…" Rose said, stopping in her tracks when she saw Charlene leaning over the pantry that her brother had built thick and white for the exact reason she was looking at- to trick Charlene.
"It isn't?" Charlene asked.
"No. It's there. You've been here, smarty. For ten years. A fridge is BIG and a pantry's SMALL. Now take a beer and get in the living room if you wanna see this" Rose held up the National Treasure DVD.
Charlene sighed dreamily. "Riley's so hot"
"Would you act your age for once?" Rose asked.
"Nope. You should talk" Charlene grinned.
"Shut up. Wanna start at the beginning or later? We've seen this too much"
"Uh… car chase!"
"What's the point of that? It's already halfway in"
"Rose. Don't make me call up Rob and tell him that you like him-"
"Again, your age- ACT IT!"
"Make me"
"I will" Rose said, hitting play on the scene selections menu and sitting down.
"Well? I'm waiting" Charlene said, then turned towards the screen as it started glowing.
"What the-AHHHH!"