You and I: A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

Chapter 13

        "So what do you want to watch?" I ask, getting on my knees and searching the area where I keep my dvds and blu-rays. One moment later, Louis is there beside me.

        "Due Date? The Hangover?" I suggest, glancing at him. He's digging towards the very back of the shelves.

        "What about this one?" He asks. I look up. And burst out laughing.

        "You want to watch...The Best of Me?" I gape in disbelief. He can't be serious. Even I don't like that movie. Welcome to the latest Nicholas Sparks adaptation: always the same, always a bit different, but mostly the same.

        "What? Is there something wrong with it?"

        "No, nothing...just..." I mumble awkwardly. It is a romance movie, and I just feel the whole mood will be...well, awkward. Which I want to avoid like the plague. But what am I thinking? We're just friends. Friends watch movies of all kinds with friends.

        "I've never seen it before, so I thought, maybe I can try something different." He continues. giving a small shrug.

        "Alright, then. If you're sure." I warn. Please, please choose another movie, I plead mentally.

        "I'm absolutely positive." He grins. I sigh, taking the movie case from him and putting the disc into the player.

        I'd already watched The Best of Me twice, once by myself, and once with Madelyn. It was a long, cliche, sob story movie that just dragged on and on. It was one one of those movies that wanted to make everyone cry at the end, but never actually got the desired effect.

        Not with me, anyway. Madelyn had bawled her eyes out, but I just...shrugged. It was sad, but...it was just a movie. I just never really got emotional during movies.

        My eyes glazed over as the previews started. They bored me out of my mind, and they give too much away. Some boy gets stranded on a boat with a tiger, some girl plays a cello, people bond over cancer, blah blah blah. Basically, their lives were horrible and then they weren't.

        "What..." I start as the room is thrust into a strange and unnatural darkness. I turn in my place to see Louis grinning at me, closing the blinds.

        "Now it's like a movie theatre." He whispers scooting closer to me, which causes me to scoot farther away.

        "Hm." I say, not really listening. I'm mainly trying to focus on anything but how close I am in proximity to him.

        Pretty soon, the menu comes on. I reach for the remote, but it's not there. I glance at Louis, but he's already pressing play.

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        Two hours later, we're finally at the end. Oh yay! Dawson didn't get killed by his inbred brothers. But wait, yup. He just got shot through the heart by his father. I glance at Louis, whose eyes are focused straight ahead.

        I glower at the screen. The Best of Me, like all of Sparks' works, would rather kill his characters and leave a beautiful corpse than have them continue a realistic, scarred relationship. Stupid, stupid, stupid. And unrealistic.

        I mean, even before I saw it, I knew what to expect. A star-crossed romance for lovers from different worlds, kisses in the rain, moonlight swims, fateful separations and the oh-so-tragic death of at least one leading character. I mean, seriously. The coincidences and tragic incidents start to pile up at a startling rate and nothing can be taken seriously.