A/N: I really hope Tucker and Libby are in this season. Because seriously, they're adorable.
Obviously, I don't own it. A lot of stuff would be different if I did, you can be sure of that. I also own none of the mentioned movies- except for my own personal copies (maybe). Anyways.
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Bi-weekly Friday night movie night started when they were eight. Back then, it was A Bug's Life and The Lion King (Not to mention assorted candies and popcorn). Libby came home from school with him and her parents came to pick her up around eight. Dinner was served between movies and Maria, a housekeeper who ended up his caretaker most days, sat in the back of the home theatre with a bag of popcorn, pretending to watch them for the sake of the girl's parents but really just enjoying the movie.
When the pair were in middle school, something shifted. Particularly over the course of their sixth grade year, they gradually started sitting closer. When they were little, they just laid out on their stomachs, heads held in their hands as they watched, mesmerized, by the feature film. Now days, they were have whispered conversations- Tucker ducking his face behind Libby's wave of blonde hair, which did nothing for the hearing aspect of their conversation, it just put his mouth that much closer to her ear. Plus, her hair kind of tickled his nose if he didn't.
At thirteen, they fell asleep with their shoulders brushing. Two months later, their hands coincidentally laid very close together. By the time the credits rolled at the end of Bridge to Terabithia, their hands were firmly clasped together as Libby wiped her eyes with the back of her other hand. Tucker laughed at her good-naturedly, telling her it was just a movie. She'd insisted it was a "good, really sad movie." Noticing the fact that he was holding her hand, Libby gently pulled away, wiping her eyes with both hands as a cover up. School on Monday was tense and awkward.
The week after she turned fourteen, Tucker let Libby talk him into watching some chick flick romantic comedy. Well, what defenses did he really have when she stuck out her lower lip and begged "Puh-leese, Tucker? Pretty pretty please with cherries on top? Tuesday was my birthday! This is my only birthday wish, you know." He was going to argue that he'd gotten her a huge case of moisturizing hand sanitizer and a very nice purse for her to carry bottles (amongst other things) around in, but just as he opened his mouth to say so, she batted her eyelashes at him and held the DVD case under her chin. They watched 27 Dresses three times that night. But Tucker wasn't really complaining- he kissed he for the first time that night. And she didn't pull away when he held her hand. They always sat a lot closer since then.
Summer between 8th and 9th grade, they're watching Sherlock Holmes (The one with Robert Downey Jr., and its really getting on his nerves every time she comments on something his character does. He hides his Iron Man DVD) and he drapes his arm over, her shoulders pulling her in. Libby leans into him and let's her head fall to his shoulder. She also shuts up about Holmes' actor.
Today, they're watching The Blind Side. Well- they were. Now Tucker is. Libby's fast asleep, her head resting in Tucker's lap. The movie's almost over, and he carefully pulls her bag of M&M's from her hand. When the credits start to roll, he switches off the plasma, lays his head back over the top of the couch, and runs his fingers through Libby's hair until he falls asleep himself.