The War on Love

Chapter 19

Thomas and I did get back together. Three months after the interview with Ellen. Why? To get everything sorted out.

"Favorite movie?" Thomas asks, sitting across from me on the couch.

"Um... Fly Boys or Pearl Harbor."

"I have never seen either of those," he says.

My eyes widen. I jump up from my seat and kneel down by the TV and start digging through the cabinet. I pull a VHS tape out and put it in the player. "You're going to watch it and you are going to love it!"

"What is it?"

"Pearl Harbor. Best war movie I've ever seen," I say, plopping back down on the couch. "It's pretty sad, though. Or at least the end is."

"Who are they?" Thomas asks, pointing at the screen.

"The really attractive blonde is Rafe. The brunette is Danny. Rafe is better."

"The really attractive blonde is sitting next to you, love," Thomas says with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, but, this one is just like- woah!"

"I'm not woah?" Thomas says, sounding a tad hurt.

"You're wow."

"I don't follow..."

"Ugh! There's eh, oh, ooh, wow, woah, dang, damn, and holy mother of God. Rafe is woah. You and Danny are wow."

"That is hurtful, love!" He shouts, placing a hand over his chest.

"Hey, you're higher than Dylan O'Brien!"

"That does not make me feel better."

"Don't worry. I like you more than any of the other males in the world."

"So, you like me better than over half the world's population?"

"Yes. Now, would you hush?! This part is important!"

He huffed and returned his eyes to the screen, slinging his arm around my shoulders, drawing me closer. But then, his removes his arm quickly. "Wait! What?! No, no, no, no! Rafe cannot be dead! It's only been like half an hour!"

"If that pisses you off, just wait," I say, making him lean back.

Twenty minutes later, he's shouting. He's on his feet, yelling at the TV. "NO, Evelyn! You said earlier that you loved Rafe and that you wanted to marry him and now you go sleep around with his best friend! This is the worst movie I have ever watched, Emmalyn!"

"Sorry," I say through a fit of chuckles.

"You are a horrid person for making me watching this!" Thomas shouts. "Ugh!"

"It's really is a good movie, Thomas. It gets better. Kind of..."

"Kind of?!" He shouts, a look of distress on his his lovely features.

"Kind of," I say, smirking faintly.

"I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual."

"Love, that hurts."

"I was supposed to, Thomas."

He rolled his eyes and sat back down, putting his arm back around me.

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"Good movie. Stupid ending though! Why did he die! That was not okay! And what about Betty and Red! They were going to live happily ever after!" Thomas fretted.

"Happy endings don't exist in war. Even though you might be fighting for your country, you are also fighting for love. You see, there is a constant war on love. No matter what. Happy endings don't really exist. It's what we fathom to be our happiest ending. Why? Because we only know that ending."

"Well, thank you for that, Debby Downer!"

"I am a pessimist. Don't you dare try to be optimistic with me," I say in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Whatever, love. You'll see that you were wrong all along when you get your happy ending," he mumbled, burying his head deep into my shoulder.

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A/N: So, warning: Updates will be slower. Why? I must practice my new music for the high school pep band. I was offered to play trumpet with the high school =D Yay me. And I am performing a solo for our recital. I will be practicing a lot. But, thank you for reading! Remember to VOTE/COMMENT/FOLLOW!!!! -med_01