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The movie was half done when they came out. Annie had gotten some Twizzlers while they were gone. She offered him one, eyes still glued to the screen.

“He yell at you about it?”

“Something like that.”

Annie snorted.

“You gonna listen to him as well as you listened to me?”

“I have to. We always compromise.”

“At least he’s teaching you something,” Annie muttered.

When the screen faded to black and the credits scrolled by in green, Annie tossed her side of the blanket over his shoulder and pulled him close.

“Come here, Hollis.”

They curled close and didn’t think about how they still hadn’t brushed their teeth and were wearing jeans.

Annie’s strawberry Twizzler breath skated over their eyelids and her soft small hands wound themselves over his shoulder.

“Go to sleep,” Annie whispered. “I love you still.”