Fighting For Love

Chapter 16

                                                                 "Sleepover Time"

Hannah’s POV:

        All of our friends were crowded in the living room around our TV. They were discussing what we should watch first. Mostly me and Dylan were sitting back watching them. I didn’t really care what we watched. I just wanted to stay curled up against Dylan. I was really missing my parents and he was the only person keeping me from crying right now.

            “I want a scary movie,” Ally said.

            “I want action,” Jared told her.

            “No one cares what you want,” Ally said sticking her tongue out at him.

            “Dylan does. Right Dylan,” Jared asked as he turned to us.

            “I’m not in it dude,” Dylan said with a smirk as he pulled me closer to him.

            “You suck,” Jared said with a pout on his face.

            “Oh well,” Dylan said with a shrug.

            “What do you want Hannah,” Michael asked.

            “I think comedy would be best,” I said honestly.

            “Then I’m with her,” Dylan said.

            “That’s not fair,” Jared exclaimed.

            “He’s lovesick. He doesn’t count,” Wes said as he had his whole head stuck in the cabinet.

            “I do count,” Dylan said as he smiled down at me. “Being lovesick doesn’t mean I can’t have an opinion on it.”

            “You’re just gonna choose whatever Hannah chooses,” Ally said.

            “True,” Dylan said with a nod.

            “We should do the scary first because by the time it’s time to go to bed it’ll be forgotten,” Ally said.

            “I agree with Ally,” I said.

            “Yay! But which scary movie,” Ally asked.

            “Evil Dead,” Wes said.

            “Awesome,” Ally said as she got up to go put it in. I curled into Dylan and felt his arms tighten on me. I loved that feeling.

            “Turn the lights out,” Jared said as he shoved popcorn in his mouth.

            “Sure,” I said as I clapped my hands. The lights went out and Ally plopped back down on the couch.

            “You ready,” Dylan whispered in my ear.

            “No,” I said back with a small smile.