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He's staring at you. His bright blue eyes gleaming.
"So, Dave, what's your favorite movie?"
Oh, son of a shit.
Of course you can't tell him. It's too damn embarrassing.
"So...you gonna answer?" His big eyes look so curious. You can't leave him hanging.
"I don't really watch movies." You hold your poker-face. You're not a bad liar.
"Dave. You have to have a favorite movie."
Your phone vibrates, it's your brother.
He's downstairs, was he really that lazy?
"Yo, come downstairs. Gotta tell ya something."
"Just a sec, John, my Bro just texted me. I gotta go downstairs."
"Okay, Dave!" He smiles. He's so fucking cute when he smiles.
You walk downstairs.
"Bro, what do you want?"
"You do have a favorite movie."
"Bro, you were listening to us?!"
"Dude, I'll tell him your favorite movie."
"You better not, Bro."
"I'll tell him your favorite movie is fucking Pitch Perfect."
"Don't you dare!"
"You have the goddamn cup song memorized. He was gonna find out at one point."
"Bro, stop." You run back upstairs and lock your bedroom door, even though you know the lock is broken.
"Hey." You say to him, sweating just a little from nervousness.
"Are you okay?"
"What? Yeah, I'm fine."
"Oh. Okay."
Okay, so maybe your favorite movie is Pitch Perfect. And you might have the cup song memorized (words and all). But John will never find out.
You go back over and sit by him.
"Hey Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"You have cute little freckles!" He pokes your face.
"What? Do not."
"Yeah, you do!"
"Nope. John, I don't have freckles."
"Yeah you do!"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"John."
"Dave."
"Fine, I have fucking freckles."
He smiles again. "Yep!"
"Argh."
He pokes you on your side. "Don't be so grumpy!"
Oh shit.
He touched your ribs. You can't help the inevitable.
You also can't help the fact that you're very ticklish.
You snicker a little and flinch, but soon regain your poker-face.
"Daaaaaaaaave." He has a devilish smile.
"Are you ticklish?"
"No."
"Yes you are."
"Nope."
"Daaaave." He leans toward you, his hands ready to tickle you, you just know it.
"Joooohn. DON"T YOU EVEN--"
Too late. He's tickling you, and you erupt into a fit of giggles.
He tickles you until you can't breathe, and he doesn't stop until you're crying from laughing so much.
He eventually lets you breathe.
"Never again." You say, out of breath.
Of course, your Bro heard the noise and walks in.
"I heard a little girl screaming I was wondering if everyone is still alive."
"We're still alive, Mr. Strider!" He smiles cheerfully, his silly teeth sticking out.
"Good." He walks away, then pops his head back in.
"By the way, Dave's favorite movie is Pitch Perfect."
"BRO!"
"Heh."
He disappears once again.
"...Dave."
"What?"
"Is it really?"
"...yes."