Okay well I apologize for this being so late! My mom has been dealing with medical issues and everything has been chaotic. But anyway!~

Shortish chap. Due to me just being tired tonight, but I deserve to finish this up and put it up for you guys and gals.

Also, WARNING; I do not know how the guardians got their hands on a TV let alone a DVD player. I also do not know if it is truly possible for them to be watching Fifty-First Dates but oh well!. In my set mind, the guardians take place during modern time, so meh. If you don't like Fifty-First Dates, you can skip this chapter.

Third Theme; Gaming/watching a movie

"And what the hell is this supposed to prove, anyway?"

"It isn't supposed to prove anything, Rocket. It is just for entrainment."

"So you mean to tell me that humies sit and watch a recording for fun?.. No wonder your race is all messed up! Your all brain fried."

"Yep!"

"You need official help, Quill.." Rocket grumbled, shaking his head, his eyes closed in disbelief. After a second or two, the genetically enhanced raccoon opened his dark colored eyes to once again to watch Peter Quill, the Milano Captain, try to hook up a weird black box-shaped thing called a 'tv' in the main area of the Milano's quarters. From what Peter had told Rocket of what this 'TV' was supposed to be used for, the other guardian just couldn't concept the whole idea. It sounded stupid! Why watch a damn screen when you can just go do your own havoc and destruction!? Surely real life was more interesting than a stupid recording! For Pete's sakes! They were the Guardians of the Galaxy, surely they could come up with better things to do?

"A bit of tweaking here.. A bit there… And… TADUH!"

Rocket jumped slightly as Quill suddenly jumped up and gave a bunch in the air of victory. "So… It works. Now what?"

"Now we watch a movie!"

"A… What?" Rocket's ears gave a twitch and a bewildered glare was shot at Quill.

"A movie. Like a recording. They are always fun!.. Well some, others are just down right creepy!"

"…."

Peter just rolled his eyes when he didn't a response from the furry guardian. "Just… Watch okay?" With that, the thief turned on the TV and DVD player, before picking out a movie from his small collection. Opening the case, the human took no time in inserting the movie and ushering Rocket to the chairs set up.

After a while of getting into the movie, both where into the show. While Peter had no difficulty showing his obsession, Rocket was relatively quiet but would not pull his gaze away. Very once and a while, Rocket would laugh a tiny bit and those were the parts where Ula took part in. It was obvious a lot of terms the alien-like raccoon didn't get, but Peter didn't dare try to explain them as he didn't want to break the spell that the movie had on his furry company.

When the scene came where Lucy told Henry that she was going to erase him from her memory, Quill had heard a quite distinct growl from Rocket and the human dared glance over. Rocket was staring so intently at the screen that the other guardian didn't seem to notice Peter's gaze, and Peter took the chance to study the features of the raccoon. He was short, but tough. His fur was a scruff mess compared to other raccoons Peter had seen, and everything about him spoke strength.

A sudden twitch of Rocket's ear in a frustrated way then caught Peter's eye and he turned his gaze from Rocket's muscularly toned body, only to feel cold dread go down his spine as his and Rocket's eyes met.

"The hell are you staring at, Quill?! This damn thing was your idea and now you won't even pay attention to it anymore? I don't need you staring at me like some sort of freak! Now you either watch this weird-ass thing or turn it off!"

Peter gulped and then turned his gaze back to the screen and throughout the rest of the movie, they were relatively quiet.

When the credits showed up, Peter got up and turned it off. Staring at the black screen for a second, he took a shaky gulp. "Rocket?"

"What?"

The other's voice was sharp and crisp, which only sent another shiver down Quill's back. "I am sorry… You… You are just so amazing to look at, ya' know?... Ugh! That sounded so stupid!"

Rocket's ears twitched yet again as he gave a small smile as he looked at Peter's back, but when the Terran looked around, the smile was gone and Rocket glared up at him. "Whatever. I am a freak to you, and I know it. Don't butter me up, Quill. I know what you really think of me!.."

"W-What!? N…NO! I don't think you're a freak! Rocket, you aren't!"

Rocket just looked away and shook his head. "Whatever, Quill. I have some things to do." Rocket than slid off his chair, only to look over his shoulder once more. "And by the way, Quill, you're amazing to look at as well." Then turning once again, Rocket headed to the door. A sly smirk no his face.

Peter Quill stood in front of the small stand holding the TV and DVD player, the case to Fifty-First Dates in his hand and his face as bright as red paint.