Carlos Garcia sat on the couch of 2J. His girlfriend, Aliya, sat on the floor, engulfed on the movie playing. It was Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging, and it was one of Liya's very favorites. Liya had watched it so much, she could practically quote it word for word. Carlos played with her hair.
"'I wrote a song about you,'" She said in time with Robbie. Carlos laughed. "'Really?'" She said as Georgia did. "'Yeah,'" she said, as Robbie again. "'It's called "Bitch in Uniform."'"
"You really love this movie, huh?" Carlos asked.
She crush-punched his leg. She giggled. "You just now figured that out?"
Carlos watched as Liya's eyes lit up when she saw Robbie and his band, the Stiff Dylans, began to play. He felt a pang of jealously, and leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek.
She looked up at him. "Carlos, I'm watching the movie!" She fought the smile on her lips and turned back to the movie.
"Do you want me to write a song for you?" He whispered in her ear. She grinned. "Sure." She turned back to the TV. Carlos tapped his foot.
"Liya—"
"Carlos," she said, turning and kissing him deeply. "Shut up. Rawr."
Carlos's eyebrows furrowed. "Rawr?"
She giggled and redirected her attention to the television.
"Liya, what's rawr mean?"
She rolled her eyes and looked back up at him. "It means 'I love you' in dinosaur!"
Carlos studied her caramel skin, her long black hair, her big brown eyes, and realized: this beautiful girl loves me!
"Rawr, too," He said, getting down on the floor next to her and wrapping his arms around her.
And he always would.