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said.
    Will sighed.  “Fine.”
    “Well, I’m sorry for not being a professional cook, Mr. I-Can-Cook-Everything.”
    “You come up with the worst last names,” Will informed me.
    “Excuse you, my fictional last names are as amazing as I am.”
    “Yeah-huh.”
    I pretended to be offended for a second before laughing it off and finishing my mac and cheese.  And then, once that was done, I hurried to cook the single hot dog I planned on eating.  “What are we watching, anyway?” I asked as I shut the microwave and plugged in the time the hot dog needed to cook. 
    “I thought you were choosing the movie.”
    “Yeah, well, I don’t know what we should watch.  So any suggestions would be great.”
    “What did we watch last year?” Will asked.
    I paused to think his question over.  This was our third year doing this, and the final one before we went to college and could actually spend Valentine’s Day together instead of behind computer screens.  We watched a lot of movies together, so trying to figure out which ones we saved for Valentine’s Day, was, well, a little difficult.  “Um…I think we watched Warm Bodies?”
    “That sounds right.”
    The microwave beeped and I tugged out the plate and set it on the counter.  “I’m not in the mood for a romance movie, to be honest,” I said while I grabbed a knife and cut the hot dog into smaller pieces.  “Are you?”
    “Not particularly, no.  I was going to suffer in silence, but this works just as well.”
    I smiled.  “Aw, that’s sweet.”
    “Anything for you, sweetheart.”
    His tone had a teasing edge, but I knew he meant what he said.  He really would have suffered through a two-hour romance movie just for me, if he thought that’s what I wanted.  “Ugh, I love you, you know that?”
    “I love you, too.”
    My smile grew.  “Oh, hey, guess what!” I said, dishing mac and cheese into a small bowl.
    “What?”
    “I am officially done making my food.”
    Will let out a sigh.  “Finally.”
    “Hey, it’s not my fault that you decided to make yours freakishly early!” I defended myself whilst grabbing my food and edging toward the stairs.  It was actually a difficult task, seeing how I had a plate, a bowl, and a phone to hold.
    “Falice, it’s almost six o’clock.”
    “Which means I am having dinner at nine PM for you.  You’re welcome.”
    Will snorted but didn’t reply, which I took to mean as me having won this little banter.  Which I definitely did.  Of course, this was actually my second dinner, but Will didn’t need to know that.  Because then I probably would lose the banter, and I already lost so many.
    I made it to my room without dropping my food or my phone and set the plate and bowl on my bed.  I’d just plopped onto my bed when I realized that I forgot an important part.  “Will,” I whined.
    “What?”
    “I forgot a fork and spoon.  And ketchup for my hot dog.”
    “I am not surprised,” Will mused, apparently not understanding how much I was dreading my trek back downstairs to retrieve what I’d forgotten.  Ugh.  I was too lazy to make mistakes like this.
    “Can you go get them for me?” I asked, glancing toward my door.
    “Sure.  Let me just grab the money for a plane ticket, get on the plane, and walk all the way to your house so you won’t have to go downstairs to grab a fork and a spoon.”
    “And ketchup,” I reminded him.
    “And ketchup.”
    “Awesome, so what time should you be here?” I asked, already forcing myself to stand back up and amble over to my door.
    “Seven hours, give or take?”  He paused.  “No, just give.  It definitely wouldn’t take less time than that.”
    “Okay, see you then.  You’re fine waiting to eat until then, right?”
    “Oh my god, Falice.  Please no.”
    I grinned.  “I love you,” I sang.
    “Yeah-huh.  Sure you do.”
    My grin only grew.
    ☼
    We eventually settled on a horror film that neither of us had seen before, and, seeing