Hours later, we're lying in my bed watching a movie on Jesse's laptop. He is staring blankly at the screen and I don't realize he is actually following until he makes a crude comment about the main character.
"She kisses with her tongue. That's disgusting." He says while screwing his nose in disgust and I glare at him.
"Leave her alone."
"You're siding with her?"
"Obviously. I'm a feminist."
"I can tell."
We stay quiet for another five minutes. I'm really engrossed in the movie. I've watched it like eight times in the past and I still cry every time it comes to an end.
"Do you think Melissa should end up with Jonah?" I ask Jesse, referring to the characters in the movie.
When he doesn't reply, I turn to look at him.
He is deep asleep.
I chuckle silently. That bastard.
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