Chapter 12

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Drew's POV

      "What movie should we watch?" we logged into my Netflix account after getting back to Mia's apartment. We have blankets, popcorn, candy, everything. Now, Mia and I only have to decide what movie we're going to watch. Mia sets the bowl of popcorn down and sits next to me.

       "Any Disney movie that isn't Frozen," Mia says in all seriousness. "If I have to hear 'Let it Go' one more time I'm going to throw myself into the sun."

       "Dang, that's commitment," I smile over at her. She shrugs.

      "That song used to be good but now it's just obnoxious."

      "Like 90% of songs they play on the radio."

      "Exactly!"

      "So what movie do you want to watch?" I bring the topic back to that. She stares at the screen for a good minute before looking back at me.

      "Wreck it Ralph," she decides.

       "Good choice," I click on the movie, and it loads. I slide over to "grab some popcorn" but I stay right next to her instead.

      "Warning, I can quote this movie like no one's business," Mia tells me before it starts.

       "Warning, I'm a movie cuddler," I wink at her. She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling, so I wrap an arm around her shoulder. She moves directly next to me and rests her head on my chest.

       "Lucky for you, I love cuddling during movies," she looks up at me with a small little closed mouth smile.

      "I am bad, and that's good."

      "I will never be good, and that's not bad."

      "There's no one I'd rather be than me."

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       "I remember when I first saw this movie, I saw it with my little brother. He was terrified of Turbo and thought Turbo was going to come and try to delete him," Mia whispers in my ear the second King Candy comes onto the screen.

       "That's adorable."

      "He made me stay in his room for the next month to make sure Turbo wouldn't get him in his sleep."

       "Aww, what a good big sister," I coo.

       "He's twelve now. I visit him sometimes, but the last time I saw him was his eleventh birthday," there's an ache in her voice. I pull her a little closer.

      "I'll fly you out there to visit him if you want," I offer. She smiles to herself then shakes her head.

      "It's not a financial problem. It's just that my parents aren't that fond of me anymore."

      "Aw."

      "They didn't want me to move to New York. It was stupid though! I'm studying to be a fucking psychologist! That should be a respectable job to try to get, but no. Because I got excepted into NYU and actually liked the school, I was shunned."

       "That's when you just prove them wrong and be successful. When you're a respected psychologist, just call them up to say hi."

        "They're stubborn. They'll still tell me I should've gone to school somewhere else."

       "Well then I'll call them up and tell them how amazing you've done here. I'll tell them how much the city has helped you perfect your craft and such."

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