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to
the beach.”
    “I know. I was just making a joke. I'm
going to go soon though because I’ve never seen it before.”
    “You should... I can't believe you've
never seen the ocean.”
    “Yeah, me neither… Anyway, how about we
watch Disney movies?”
    I was that girl in college that still
loved to watch Disney movies. A couple of my cousins were the exact same way so
I knew I wasn't the only one.
    “No way. Please not
Disney movies!”
    “Oh come on. If you want me to stay in
you’re going to have to watch some with me. A lot of them are on Netflix.”
    “Fine...”
    I looked over at him and we smiled at
each other.

 
    *           *           *

 
    “You can’t honestly be telling me that Monsters Inc. is better than Toy Story, ” I argued. “ Toy Story has a plot, it has feeling!”
    “Like Monster’s Inc doesn’t? Come on! Boo is
adorable!”
    “Yeah but the friendship between Woody
and Andy is unforgettable!”
    Nash threw a pillow at me and I caught
it easily. I chucked it back at him and, unfortunately he didn’t have as quick
of reflexes. The pillow bounced off his face before dropping onto his lap.
    “Nice,” Nash said.
    It was nearly four o’clock in the morning
and we were filling our time with Disney movies thanks to me, bad TV shows, and
stale popcorn. My eyes were heavy and I yawned, stretching up as I did. I
wanted to sleep and that’s all I wanted. I wanted to throw an old t-shirt on,
crawl into bed, and close my eyes. I was so tired that my vision was doubling.
    “Hey are you okay?”
    “Fine,” I said as I swayed. “A little sleepy, maybe, but fine. I’m not used to pulling
an all-nighter.”
    “Haven’t you ever had a sleepover? You
and your girlfriends, in your pajamas, gossiping until the sun rose? Isn’t that
what girls do?”
    “Not since I was twelve,” I admitted.
“In high school I wasn’t very social. I liked being home by myself more than I
liked being with other people.”
    “Funny, I was the complete opposite. I never
wanted to be home and when I was home I was jumping out of my skin.”
    “Why?”
    “Boredom.”
    “Oh,” I said. “Kind of like now?”
    Throughout the night Nash and I had went
through movies, junk food, and bad TV shows. We talked and joked, teasing each
other about our tastes in about everything. Now there was nothing left to do
and I felt like the night was dragging.
    “I guess… You probably had a million
things to do tonight.”
    “Not anything that couldn’t get moved
around,” I told him.
    “Well, in any case, I owe you. You kind
of went above and beyond helping me, considering you didn’t even like me
before.”
    I shifted back.
    “That’s not true,” I told him, but I
hesitated. “Okay it was a little true. But you came off as such an asshole! You
were leering at me in my skirt.”
    “Well your legs were sexy,” Nash argued.
“What was I supposed to do? Pretend that I didn’t notice?”
    “You used a lame ass line on me too!”
    “Yeah, I did. They usually work on most
girls.”
    “I’m not most girls. You’re not going to
be able to just say some lame line and I’m going to sleep with you. Why do you
want to be with me anyway?”
    “Because you’re sexy and for some damn
reason you won’t put up with my shit. Most girls would jump at the chance to
kiss me.”
    “Whatever Nash...”
    Girls did jump at him though and I
didn’t want to have to compete.

 
    *           *           *

 
    I didn’t remember falling asleep but
when I opened my eyes, Nash was lying next to me, his head propped up on his
hand, and grinning. It was the slight brush of his fingers against my cheek
that brought me back to the land of the living.
    “Hey there beautiful,” Nash murmured as
my eyes fluttered open.
    I was disoriented and groggy.
    What time was it?
    Where was I?
    What happened?
    It took me few minutes before my brain
caught up with my body. I was at Nash’s house, keeping him