Set somewhere in season three-ish.
Kelly hated scary movies. She also hated mystery movies, action movies, and just about anything that wasn't a romantic comedy.
Ryan loved scary movies. He also loved mystery movies, action movies, and just about anything that wasn't a romantic comedy.
Which is why he was totally, utterly confused when he found out Kelly had ordered The Prestige on Netflix.
"You do know that's not a romantic comedy, right?"
Kelly gave him one of her rare 'Why-Are-You-Such-A-Ditz-Ryan?' looks, and nodded. "Duh. It's about a bunch of magicians who do magic tricks and stuff!"
He shrugged. She was half right.
"So...Remind me again why you want to watch this?"
"Because, Ryan, I think it's the kind of movie you'd like, plus it's got Christian Bale and he's CUTE! Don't you think so?"
Ryan nodded, doing his best to ignore the sinking feeling growing in his stomach. What was that? He was sure there was a word for it.
"You think he's cute?" Kelly laughed.
"Oh, no. Sure. Whatever." What was that called?
She just frowned, slowly pushing in the DVD. She settled back onto the couch, one arm snaking around his waist, the other gripping her non-fat caramel latte (She was the only person he knew who drank Starbucks at night). Her head was tilted onto his shoulder, and she was staring straight at the TV.
He'd come to know this as her 'chick-flick-stance'. Whenever they rented something insanely stupid, in Ryan's eyes anyway, fluffy, and 'sooooo sweet', she'd position herself exactly like this, so when the super romantic part came, and she'd finished her latte, she could wrap the other arm around him and sigh.
He found it just a little strange that he knew all this, and realized in that exact moment, that he knew all of her 'Kelly-Poses'.
When she was mad at him, she'd cross her arms and tilt her head away, so she could see him just out of the corner of her eye.
When she was happy, she'd bounce up and down, clapping her hands.
And when she was sad, she'd stick out her bottom lip and crash her head against his chest a couple of times.
He was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn't even notice she'd started the movie. It wasn't until she squeeled (when Christian Bale appeared) and clapped her hands did he realize something was happening.
"Ohmigosh, Ryan! He's sooooooooo adorable!"
There it was again. That sinking feeling. God, what was that?
"Ryan?"
He must of been looking a little strange, because Kelly pressed her palm across his forehead and frowned.
"I'm fine." He crossed his arms, staring straight ahead at the TV.
She shrugged, leaning back against the couch. She squeeled again when Bale came back on screen, and Ryan found himself putting an arm around her shoulders.
"Ohmigosh." It was quiet, but he could just hear it.
"What?"
"You're jealous!"
Jealous? Hell no. Ryan Howard did not get jealous. Especially not over some stupid actor.
"No way, Kelly." He shook his head, quickly pulling back his arm. That couldn't be the feeling.
Could it?
Fin.