Page 27 of The Heartbreakers
I plugged my ears. “You are ruining my favorite childhood TV show!”
Oliver’s laugh was loud and full, and he clutched his stomach with both hands. “Sorry, sorry,” he said as he slowly calmed down. “I’ll stop.”
“Too late,” I told him and slumped down onto the couch. “Damage already done.”
“Let me make it up to you,” he said, sitting down next to me. “We can watch your favorite movie.”
I nodded. A movie was an acceptably easy activity. “Okay, but nothing scary. I hate horror movies.”
Oliver laughed. “Yeah, I totally pegged you as a chick-flick type of girl.”
“Oh really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he said and scooted closer to me. “I bet I can name your top three movies.”
“Let’s hear it then,” I said and crossed my arms over my chest.
“First,TheNotebook. Every girl lovesTheNotebook. It’s a no-brainer.” Oliver confidently stretched and draped his arm around my shoulder.
“All right, next,” I said without letting him know if he was right.
“Next,Titanicbecause Jack represents the kind of guy that every girl wants.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because he shows that if you truly love someone, you’ll do anything for them. I mean, he knows he can’t have a relationship with Rose, yet he never stops fighting for her and eventually dies for her. Not to mention that he’s played by Leonardo DiCaprio.”
“Got the hots for Leo?” I teased and poked him on the chest.
“He’s a bit old for me.”
“All right,” I said with a laugh. “Final movie.”
“Definitely something Disney,” Oliver said, stroking his chin. “Girls love Disney. I’m guessingCinderella.”
“Oh yeah?” Oliver was wrong on all accounts, but his explanations were funny.
“Because you girls like that Prince Charming, knight-in-shining-armor crap,” he said and shook his head, dismissing it as nonsense.
“I see,” I told him and hide a smile.
“So, how did I do?” He perked up in his seat, waiting to hear that he’d gotten them all right.
“I’ve never seenTheNotebook.TheGooniesis my all-time favorite.”
Oliver frowned for a second before he replaced that look with a certain smile. “Okay, so I got two out of three, right?”
“My second favorite isInterviewwiththeVampire. Brad Pitt is way hotter than Leo, and besides, he’s a real vampire. None of that sparkly shit.”
Surprisingly, Oliver didn’t seem upset when I told him he’d guessed another movie wrong. Instead, he perked up when I said “Brad Pitt” and “hot.”
“So who’s your celebrity crush?” he asked, changing the subject.
My forehead wrinkled as I contemplated the question. It was hard because there were so many good-looking guys. “Ohhh!” I finally said, getting excited. “Joe Manganiello. Two words: mus-cles! He played a totally sexy werewolf onTrueBlood.”
“What?” Oliver said, putting a hand to his heart. “A werewolf? How about your friendly, teenage heartthrob?”
“If you are referring to yourself, then no,” I said and choked back a snort.
