Chapter 31 Extra Chapter (8)

"Oh, so that's why she's a cheerleader." I faced Langston then shoved a handful of pop corns in my mouth. "I shmean-" crunch. "-she shwash-" crunch. "-veshy goshic." I shrugged and continued watching the cheerleading movie. "What?" He asked with a frown. Swallowing, I repeated what I said. "I mean, she was very gothic." "Oh." I continued watching the movie and cuddled with him. Eventually, the thought of not knowing what the movie was, irked me. "What was the title of this movie again?" I asked. His frowned deepened. "Weren't you the one who forced me to watch this shit?" "I asked you a question," I said with a dull tone. "You can't just answer me with a question." "I don't know," "You're the one who played it." I pointed at the DVD player. "You're the one who chose it." "Correction." I sat up straight, "You were the one who picked this in my 'Fave Movies' box." "I had no choice!" "Everyone has a choice." I scoffed. He exclaimed, "It was either that, or the cliché barbie movie!" I gawked at him. He did not just say that. "THE 12 DANCING PRINCESSES WAS NOT A CLICHÉ MOVIE!" He snorted, "It is." "How would you know!?" "I've watched it already." I 'tsk'ed and mocked him, "Did the bad boy inside the chicken suit admit that he watches Barbie films?" "YOU.FORCED.ME!" "How the heck could I force you!?" "YOU THREATENED ME TO LEAVE THE FREAKING HOUSE IF I WOULDN'T WATCH IT WITH YOU!" He stood up angrily, "WHO DOES THAT!?" Frowning, I threw the remote at him. "SHUT UP!" He dodged it and widely stared at the broken remote with wide-eyed. He faced me with a jaw drop. "Did you just throw the-" He was cut off with a pillow kissing his face. -or the other way around... In the end, I realized that I was watching Bring It On: In It To Win It. Sorry Langston... I guess.