Battle Scars: Sequel to The War On Love

Chapter 12

Thomas and I were sitting on the couch. My feet were in his lap as we watched the end of Avengers movies. It turned into more of a movie night than a, dare I say it, date night. The end credits rolled and we watched the little cut scene at the end. I moved his feet from his lap so he could get up. "Your pick," I say as he stands and makes his way to the DVD cabinet.

He pulls out one of the plastic cases and looks it over before replacing Avengers. He sat back down on the couch after refilling the popcorn bowl.

"What did you pick?"

'Big Hero 6," he says, munching on a handful of popcorn.

My jaw drops. I quickly regain my composure and shake my head. He looks at me with a questioning look on his face. "You're just in for a surprise. That's all."

"Okay?"

Twenty minutes into the movie, he has his head buried into my stomach, mumbling 'nope' over and over again. I patted his head and chuckled. "It's okay, Thomas."

"WHY DID HE DIE!?" He shouted into my stomach.

I laughed and played with his hair. "He's animated, dear. It'll be okay."

He perks up instantly. "Did you of all people just say that?! You are the one who is in love with fictional characters!"

I shove him lightly. "I am not."

He gives me a look. But, then he looks down at the position we're in. I just realized it too. He's hovering over me, legs on either side of me, his face inches from mine. His breath catches in his throat. He scampers off of me quickly, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. His cheeks were a bright pink and he avoids eye contact with me, keeping his deep brown eyes on the television.

I chew my lip and do the same, sipping at my Coke.

At the end of the movie, Thomas is sitting a few feet away from the screen. His mouth is agape and his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Emmalyn!" He shouted, flopping back on the floor, staring up at me with big doe-like eyes.

"What?"

"FIX IT!! Make it not sad!" He shouted.

I chuckled. "You sound like a 5 year old."

He just stared at me uncomprehendingly. He jutted out his bottom lip and crossed his arms. "I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

He crawled over to the couch and grabbed my hand, pulling me down to the ground next to him. "I do not."

I yawned heavily and nodded. He smiled and put in a different movie.

I'm not entirely sure what that movie was or why he put it in, because I fell asleep. On him. DON'T JUDGE! Okay? He's surprisingly comfortable....

My sleep doesn't last more than an hour or so. I hear keys jiggle in the lock and I sit up bolt right, waking Thomas up in the process. He moans something about being tired before slumping his head on my shoulder. I purse my lips at him and give him a good smack upside the head. "Wake up! Someone is here."

He looks at the clock on the wall. "Emmalyn, it is two in the morning. Who would be at your door at two in the morning!?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"It's your house!"

Before I can answer, the door is creaked open and we hear quite a bit of giggling. Lily stumbles in with some guy supporting her. "Dylan?" Thomas asks, tilting his head to the side.

Dylan O'Brien waves with his free hand. "Why are you in my house....?" I ask.

"Your friend got a little drunk so I brought her home. I just didn't know where her home was...." Dylan mumbled, setting Lily on the sofa.

"So, you brought her to my house?!"

"Yes," he says, sitting down next to Thomas and I on the floor. "So, whatcha watching?"

"Nothing. We were asleep," Thomas grumbles.

"Together? On the floor? You do realize you are three feet from the couch and that there is a bedroom down the hallway, right?"

"The floor is more comfortable..." I say.

"You two are insane."

Thomas puts a finger to his lips and makes a shushing sound. "Don't tell my mother."

"Your mother is the insane one," I point out.

"The truth in that statement is astronomical," Thomas says.

They all ended up staying the night. I don't know why. I didn't even plan on having Thomas stay as late as he did. We probably stayed up another hour, watching Pitch Perfect and just talking. It wasn't all that bad. It didn't really feel like a date. It just felt like we were hanging out. It felt.... perfect.

A/N: SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN TWO WEEKS AND I REALLY DON'T HAVE A GOOD REASON AS TO WHY I HAVEN'T UPDATED!!!! I WILL GO BACK TO WEEKLY UPDATES!!! maybe.... But, anyway, my phone has been glitching out really bad. Like, it's not even working now... The screen was seriously upside down and all the colors were messed up. It's not even turning on anymore. It's pretty sad. I'm supposed to go get a new one or get it fixed in an hour or so. FINGERS CROSSED FOR A SMART PHONE!!! Welp, remember to VOTE AND COMMENT, my lovelies! -med_01

QOTC: What are you afraid of?

My Answer: I am terrified of falling off of high places. Like, I'm scared of falling off a building