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“Yes, because the girl reminded me of you!” I argue, throwing my right arm up in frustration before counting my reasoning with my fingers. “Preacher’s daughter. Ugly-ass sweaters. The guy is the complete opposite of her. At the end, she dies.” My attention briefly flicks to Angelica. “Spoiler alert.”
A flash of understanding flashes in Carolina’s eyes. “Oh shoot, I never thought about that.”
“That entire week, I stressed, waiting for you to tell me you had a terminal illness and that the movie was a silent warning. Scared the shit out of me.”
Angelica points at me with the remote. “You wait until you watchThe Notebook.”
“Already seen it,” I reply.
“The Fault in Our Stars?”
I nod.
“The Vow?”
I nod again.
“P.S. I Love You?”
Another nod.
Angelica looks back at Josh when he walks in. “You need to step your movie game up, babe. Rex has watched nearly every movie that I’ve cried over!”
Josh plops next to her with the container of cookies in his hand and whistles through his teeth. “Dude, quit making me look bad, or I’m not sharing the pizzaorcookies.”
“Don’t get mad at me for being smart,” I fire back.
He snatches a cookie and takes a large bite before gagging. “Jesus! What are these?”
“Oatmeal raisin,” Carolina replies around a laugh.
He sticks out his tongue, gagging again, and tosses the cookie back into the container as if it were toxic. “Why would you do that to a man? I thought they were chocolate chip.”
The three of us crack up in laughter.
“Told you,” I say to Carolina. “Oatmeal cookies are blasphemous.”
“And banned from our apartment,” Josh adds.
“What aboutSave the Last Dance?” Angelica asks, flipping through the options.
“I love that movie.” Carolina peeks up at me. “You haven’t seen that one.”
Angelica hits play.
The movie is actually pretty damn good.
* * *
Josh and Angelicaare knocked out when the movie credits flash across the screen.
I’m spent as my eyes dart over to Carolina snuggled in my arms. “Another movie or bed?”
She yawns loudly, standing and stretching, and I do the same.
“Bed. Definitely bed.” Her attention drifts to the snoring couple. “Should we wake them?”
“Would you want to be woken up?”
