“I… I don’t know.”
“Very well. I didn’t mean to pressure you in any way. I was simply curious.”
“Can you at least tell us what it’s about?” Roman snagged the last slice. There were three uneaten pizza crusts on his plate. At the same time, Landon and I reached for them and dunked them into the ranch.
“Great minds think alike,” I said, with a wink before taking a bite. “And, just for the record, if Landon is weird for eating his pizza with a fork and a knife then you’re weird for not eating the crust. It’s the best part.”
“What are you talking about? It’s just bread.”
“It’s the best part,” I repeated. “And there’s no way you’re going to win this argument because I know Landon will back me up here even if he does eat it with a fork.”
Roman looked back and forth between the two of us. “When did you two decide to gang up on me? It’s totally unfair if you ask me.”
“Well, no one did.” I laughed and so did Roman. It was good to know that he could take a joke. Guys without a sense of humor were so lame but Roman seemed to be on the same exact wavelength as I was.
What about Landon? Well, he’s an exception.
“So, what do you guys think about staying a little longer and watching a movie with me?”
Roman and Landon exchanged a look before nodding.
“We would love to,” answered Roman. “But what are we watching? Please tell me its not some chick flick.”
“Unfortunately, it is. I wasn’t expecting to spend my night with a couple of guys or I would have opted for an action movie.”
Roman got up and helped himself to the freezer. Without being prompted, Landon joined him and helped by handing over the bowls. It was like the two of them were always in perfect sync. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said that they were inside each other’s heads.
“So, what are we watching?” asked Roman, once we had migrated out of the kitchen.
“The Secret Crown,” I answered. “It’s about a girl who didn’t know she was heir to the throne until an unlikely chain of events brings her back to her kingdom. I think she gets on the wrong flight or something.”
“You’re kidding, right? That’s Landon’s favorite movie —”
Before he could say anything else, Landon jabbed him in the side. Roman doubled over, holding his stomach.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, you think my pain is funny, do you?”
“Kind of, yeah.”
Roman shook his head before plopping down, ice cream bowl in hand.
The only spot left was between the two of them. I’m pretty sure they had planned it that way and, honestly, I didn’t even mind. These men had totally different personalities, but together, they were the perfect pair. At times, it felt like I could spend forever just enjoying their company and talking our silly talks.
I started the movie and leaned back so that my head was rested on Landon’s shoulder. I didn’t plan it that way — it just happened. He didn’t seem to mind it, so I didn’t bother to move.
About three times during the movie, Roman got up to replenish his supply of ice cream. When he said that he had a sweet tooth, he really wasn’t kidding.
“You know, you might as well bring over the entire tub and just eat it straight from the source. It would make watching this movie a lot more streamlined. I hate that I have to keep pausing it every five minutes.”
“Patience is a virtue,” he countered, as he wagged the ice cream scoop.
“Is he always like this?” I asked Landon.
“Always,” he responded.
“How do you deal with it?”