Jarida Drabbles

Watching Titanic

His long, lanky body dropped onto the sofa. Lazily, he stretched his limbs out across the cushions.

"I can't believe you got me to do this," he moaned.

"You're making up for yesterday," the redhead called out over her shoulder as she knelt in front of the entertainment center.

The teen huffed as he ruffled his fingers through his white locks. "It was a snowball fight. Just a bit of fun."

"No. It was a bombing. And not when I'm in an evening gown," she snapped over her shoulder.

A sly grin pulled at his thin lips. "So sorry to ruin your look. It's such a rare thing for you to look so nice and well-made, I'm-"

"Jack!" the red-head groaned.

"Merida!" he returned.

"On any other day, it would have been fun but you knew I had the dinner with Da's business partners. Do you know how long of a lecture Mum gave me?"

"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me," he grumbled.

"An hour, Jack! I had to listen to her rant about my responsibilities and duties and, and what have you for an hour, and so you will sit and watch a movie of my choice with me."

"Aw, c'mon. How long is this movie anyway?"

"Hmm," she muttered as her bright eyes scanned over the back of the movie case. "Hundred and ninety seven," she announced as she opened the DVD player and placed the disc in.

Jack nodded slowly before yelping, "That's over three hours!"

"So?" Merida asked as she stood up and made her way to the sofa.

"This is payback for an hour lecture."

"And," the redhead began to list as she shoved his care feet off the cushions and plop down in their place, "the thirty minutes it took to fix my hair, another fifteen for the make-up, the damage to that dress, and the stress of the whole affair," she concluded dramatically.

The white haired teen groaned in mock agony as he tossed his feet on to Merida's lap. "This is so unfair."

"Perhaps," she smirked as she pushed his feet off her legs.

"Why do you do this to me?" he whined.

Merida chuckled as she pressed played, grabbed the bowl of popcorn on the table next to the sofa and nestled into the cushions to enjoy her guilty-pleasure movie.

Jack rested his back against the arm of the sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him. His long toes brushed unconsciously against Merida's leg. His blue eyes drunk in the red head on the screen before chuckling softly.

"What?" Merida hissed, upset about being drawn away from her movie.

"Well," Jack pondered with a sly grin, "A spoiled, bratty redhead. Now why does that sound familiar?"

Red brows scrunched threateningly as she snatched a piece of popcorn from the metal bowl in her lap and chucked it at his face. His mouth gaped open and leaned forward, catching it effortlessly. He smiled with triumphant smugness as he pumped his fists into the air.

Merida found herself smiling before she frowned and tossed another at him and watched as it bounced lightly off his forehead. Jack's face slacked before he glared. She offered a smirk before turning back to the movie.

And once again within a few minutes she was pulled away.

"Wait, Jack?"

"Yes," she grounded out impatiently. "Haven't you been paying attention to anything?" she huffed under her breath.