Red

Chapter Twenty Four

Chandler POV:

I drive us back to the guest house. Veronica's still acting strangely. I don't bother asking again if she's okay. I figure that at this point, she'd tell me. I'd hope so, anyway. I'm still slightly convinced that she's worried about those fucking jocks trying to get in my pants.

Once we pull in the driveway, I stop the car, looking over at her. She still seems on edge. I lean over, pulling her in for a kiss.

"Are you okay, Sawyer?" I ask, hearing the very genuine concern in my own voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine now," she replies. "I swear."

"Okay," I concede. I know something is still bothering her, but I also know that it could upset her more if I push. So, I don't. Instead, I get out of the car, and she follows me into the house.

"So... another movie?" Veronica asks.

"Yeah, sure," I reply. "Which movie?"

"Any of them," she tells me. "I don't care."

I smirk. "Okay. The Princess Bride it is, then."

"No, fine, I'll pick the movie," she says quickly. "God, you really know how to get what you want, don't you?"

"It's my best skill," I reply with a laugh.

"I wouldn't say it's your best skill," she says, a smile playing on her lips.

"Holy shit," I say, raising an eyebrow. "Did you just make a joke about sex?"

"Possibly," she replies, and the smile turns into a shy one as a pink blush appears on her cheeks. I let out another short, breathy laugh.

"Who knew you could make those kinds of jokes?" I say. "I'm impressed, truly."

The blush in her cheeks intensifies as she moves over to the T.V., not responding to me. She walks over to the cabinet right near the T.V. "Do you think this is where they keep the movies?" she asks, opening it.

"Depends," I answer. "Are there movies in the cabinet, Sawyer?"

"Yes," she replies, and somehow she's blushing more than she was before.

"Then yes, I suspect that's where they might be located," I reply, giving her a teasing smile.

She sighs, kneeling down to look through the titles.

"Do you want something to drink?" I ask, walking over to the fridge. "Mrs. Macnamara stalked the fridge."

"Surprise me," she replies.

I look inside of the fridge, trying to pick something that she might want to drink. I see something I'd want to drink. Cherry cola. I take out two cans of it, making my way back over to where Veronica still kneels in front of the cabinet, looking through the movies. Finally, she seems to pick one, and she looks up at me with a smile.

"10 Things I Hate About You," she says happily.

"A romance?" I question.

"Is that okay?" she asks.

"Whatever you want, babe," I say, walking over to the couch and sitting down. She puts the movie in, coming over to sit next to me. I hand her the coke, and she smiles at me.

"Thanks," she says, taking it and nuzzling into me.

"No problem," I reply.

***

Ok, this movie has been going on for approximately thirty minutes, and I've paid attention to exactly none of it.

These fucking pregnancy hormones are killing me. I can't focus on this goddamn movie. I look over at Veronica. God, the dress she wore to the party is so short... It's so tight... No, stop. Watch the movie. No, don't watch the fucking movie. She's gorgeous! God, no, watch the movie. Jesus Christ.