"Napoleon Dynamite?"
"No."
"Scary Movie 2?"
Dinah scoffs. "No... actually I think that's Seth's."
"Uh... The Notebook?" Camila looks over her shoulder from where she was crouched by the mini movie library Dinah kept in her room. She smiles, "You know I love that movie."
Dinah shrugs, "It's alright."
"Then it's settled," Camila grins, "We're watching The Notebook."
Dinah groans, flopping on her back onto her bed.
"I said it was alright, not that I wanted to watch it."
"Dinah, we've been trying to decide for 15 minutes and this is the only movie you haven't flat-out said 'No' to so we're watching it."
Camila quickly pops the movie into the DVD Player before Dinah can even protest and joins her on the bed. She slaps her thigh playfully, lying on her stomach to look at Dinah.
"You never do what I wanna do." Dinah whines, throwing an arm over her eyes.
Camila chuckles, "Are you kidding? I always do what you want."
"Bullshit."
"Dinah."
"Bullcrap. Better?"
Camila smiles and squints at her.
"Yes, thank you - and I'm not lying. Besides, you love what I love."
Dinah uncovers her face.
"Okay, now you're really lying."
Camila rolls her eyes.
"Remember when you said you completely hated strawberry pancakes?"
Silence.
"Well, that one time I stayed over you used the rest of your pancake mix in the fridge to make me custom-made strawberry pancakes even though you knew you wouldn't be able to eat them."
Dinah laughs disbelievingly, cocking an eyebrow.
"Right. So me being a totally awesome girlfriend means I like everything you like?"
"Alright, you're right. I worded it wrong," Camila sighed, "I guess you're just whipped."
Dinah's eyes widen and her jaw drops open. Camila grins.
"I - that's not even- what?!" Dinah stutters, sitting abruptly up onto her elbows.
"Yup," Camila grins, "so whipped for me. It's okay, I love it... I love you." She scoots forward, poking her nose against Dinah's pouting face.
"Whipped? No. Caring? Yes." Dinah continues to protest. She leans into Camila's prodding regardless.
"Hmm... both then?" Camila mumbles, stopping and turning her head. Their lips connect and Camila shifts onto her side, bringing up a hand to cup Dinah's jaw. Her lips capture Dinah's bottom lip and she sucks on it gently, drawing out a small sigh from the girl.
