“I want to watch Man of Steel!” Tommy glared at me like a kitten would sound growling.
“And I want to watch The Breakfast Club,” I hissed.
“NO!”
“Yes!”
Was I fighting a 21 year old man on what movie we were going to watch? Yes. Fuck yes I was.
“That movie is boring,” he flopped his arms around dramatically.
“It’s a damn legend, that’s what it is,” I said angrily.
“It’s not even a respectable choice for a movie day!” Tommy glared at me.
“It deserves more respect than your position in football,” I spat angrily.
I heard a sharp gasp and saw Tommy’s face change from angry to hurt in a second.
“Oh shit,” I muttered feeling guilty from wounding the innocent puppy that was sitting across from me. “I didn’t mean that-“
“Yes you did,” he turned away from me.
“No I didn’t. I’m sorry,” I frowned.
“No you’re not,” I swear I saw him stomp his foot.
“Yes I am!” I protested.
“What are you guys fighting about now?” I tried to ignore the fluttering wings that erupted in my stomach from hearing that voice.
“Nothing.”
“Everything!”
I saw Neil roll his eyes before coming to sit down on the couch. He moved my legs on his lap and resting the bowl of popcorn on them.
Whoa.
This is a very cuddly Neil right now.
“She said being a kicker isn’t respectable!”
“Technically, I said The Breakfast Club deserves more respect,” I corrected. Neil laughed as he grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoveled it all in his mouth. Only he could still look cute while looking like a chipmunk stocking up for winter.
“Whatever. Now we have to watch Man of Steel because Scary Girl just turned into Mean Girl,” he huffed.
“I don’t want to watch Mean Girls either, Tommy,” I said seriously.
“ARGH- that’s not what I meant and you know it!” he pointed the remote at me accusingly.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said innocently.
“OKAY,” Neil talked over us. “You both have lost your movie picking privileges, now I get to choose.”
“Fine,” I spat,
“Fine,” Tommy pouted.
37 minutes later we had built a blanket and pillow fort while watching The Princess Bride. As much as I hate to admit it, it was actually a really good movie despite its cheesy title. Tommy had eventually accepted my apology when I offered him some popcorn, and he became my loyal puppy again after that. With his head in my lap and body sprawled out diagonally on the right, the only other place for Neil was to sit next to me on the left. To my relief (and perhaps a bit disappointment), he sat a respectable distance away from me and held the popcorn in between us.
Half way through the movie I was irritated with this Buttercup character.
“How does she not know that he’s Wesley?” I gestured towards the mask wearing pirate. “How’s he supposed to be the love of her life when she can’t recognize him?”
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Falling to Flying
General FictionHer name is Anabelle and she didn't mean to cause her mother's death. With the disowning of her father and burden of her past, Ana struggles to pick herself back up. Her roommate, Melissa, forces Ana to come with her to the grocery store in attempt...
