Katie's P.O.V.
"Sarah, come on! We need to make this popcorn before Dan and Phil get here!" I exclaim, throwing one of the kernels at her.
"Ow! Fuck! Fine, I'll help!" She gets up off the couch, tossing her DS behind her. "What movie are we watching, again?"
"What do you think?" I look up from the popcorn popper, after plugging it in and turning it on.
"Tangled?" Sarah asks. I nod and she groans.
"I'm so sick of that movie. How many times have you watched it just this week?"
"Six. Now come help me pop." I laugh. She mumbles something to herself, grabbing a bowl from a shelf. She hands it to me just the kernels start to pop. "Stop mumbling!"
"Make me!" Before I know what I'm doing, my hand is digging into the bowl of hot, fluffy popcorn and I'm whipping pieces at her. "Oh, hell no!" She reaches into the bowl herself and starts flinging pieces at me. Soon enough, we're in the middle of a full on food fight. Sarah runs to the pantry and pulls out a bag of chips, or as we've begun to call, crisps. A devilish grin crosses her face, opening it at lightning speed. Her hand closes around three crisps, crushing them into tiny bits, before flinging them at me. I yelp and leap behind the counter. This means war.
Phil's P.O.V.
"It was awfully nice of Katie and Sarah to invite us over for a movie night." I comment as Dan and I walk down the hall to their apartment.
"Yeah. We better be watching a good movie though, I can't take anymore Disney movies after our marathon last week." He says, ruffling his hair. I hold back a grin, already knowing what we'll be watching. I've known Katie for about two months now, it being January, but in those two months, I'd gotten to know her quite well. We've gone out for coffee multiple times since we were introduced, with a little push from Dan and Sarah. During each of these gatherings, I'd learned more and more about her. For a start, her favorite movie was Tangled; the movie of the night.
"Oh god," I chuckle. We approach their door and Dan raises his fist to knock. Suddenly, a chorus of giggles and screams fills the air.
"No, Sarah! DO NOT THROW EGGS- SHIT!" I turn to Dan, who's fighting back laughter.
"Should we just go in?" I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh as well. He nods and grabs the handle; the door opens with ease. We walk down the hall, carefully, and peek in the kitchen, only to be nearly nailed in the face by a flying piece of bread.
"Hi boys," Katie waves, ducking as Sarah appears from behind the fridge, carrots in hand.
"Oh, um, hello," She greets us, the carrots falling from her hand. "Come on in." I glance at Dan out of the corner of my eye, He grins, stepping over the ex-war zone. We walk through the kitchen, to the living room. This was the first time I had been here, and Dan had only been here once. Neither of us expected what their living room had in store for us. Strung across the ceiling and the wall are dozens of fairy lights, and two small amber lamps beside the TV add on to the almost magical lighting. The walls are barely visible under the thick layer of posters and hand-drawn fan art of everything from Harry Potter, to Doctor Who. A mountain of pillows springs up in the far corner, along with at least six beanbags. And a magnetic sand coffee table rests in the middle of the room. All these things combined gave the room more of a friendly than a formal feel. I can feel my jaw slack as I take the room in. Dan looks just as awed as I feel.
"You can grab whichever beanbag you like, and we'll put in the movie!" Sarah announces, grabbing Katie and pulling her into the kitchen. Dan shrugs at me and crosses the room, picking up a burgundy beanbag. I'm close to follow, picking up a green one and taking a seat on the floor next to him.
Katie's P.O.V.
"Hey, at least we still have most of the popcorn." I giggle, grabbing the bowl and heading back into the living room. Sarah grabs my arm and spins me around.
"Wait for a second," She gives me a look through before nodded. "You look presentable."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She shakes her head. "You're sitting right next to Phil, okay?" I stare at her for a bit. What was she playing at?
"Erm, okay."
"Perfect." She spins me around and pushes me back into the room.
"I have popcorn!" I shout, almost falling on my face. Dan reaches both of his arms out like a little kid, welcoming the bowl. I hand it to him and drag a purple beanbag next to Phil, flopping down on it.
"Hello there," He smiles at me. His smile seems to warm every inch of my body.
"Hi," I lay my body horizontally across the beanbag and rest my head on my arms.
"Are we still watching Tangled?" He asks, seeming to get closer to me. I can feel my heartbeat quicken as I nod almost too enthusiastically. He laughs at my eagerness and turns to Sarah, who happens to be putting in the DVD.
"So, Sarah, why don't you tell Dan what we're watching tonight?" She sends him a confused look before hastily answering.
"…Tangled…" As soon as the answer has left her mouth, Dan groans and rolls off his beanbag onto the floor. Phil let's out a loud laugh as Dan continues to writhe on the floor.
"What's his deal?" I ask.
"He's been sick of Disney movies ever since we had a marathon last week with our friends Chris and PJ." Sarah's head snaps upwards. I send her a puzzled look.
"Chris and PJ who?" Dan glances at Phil, and then bursts out laughing.
"Well, I'm guessing we should tell them then."
"Tell us what?" Sarah and I ask in unison. The boys both breathe in deeply.
"Phil and I work for YouTube." Dan grins. Both of our mouths drop open at the same time.
"You guys…you make…videos?" I stumble with my words.
"How have you guys kept this from us for this long?" Sarah shouts, waving her hands in the air. Dan shrugs and climbs back onto his beanbag. Phil just chuckles a bit before digging into the bowl of popcorn.
"Let the movie begin!" I say, grabbing the remote and pressing play. I mouth along almost every line of the movie. I didn't think anyone noticed until almost halfway through when I catch Phil smiling at me. "What?" I ask. I can feel my face growing red.
"You really do love this movie." He says, turning back towards the screen. I smile and bury my face into the soft fabric that I lay on. I continue to mouth along, but less extravagantly for the rest of the movie, right up until the song that plays during the credits.
"Okay, so maybe I was wrong about this being a sucky movie choice." Dan yawns, rolling over, almost squishing Sarah.
"Hey, watch it!" She giggles, pushing him aside. The two of them continue to jostle each other as Phil and I look at each other, the same though in each of our heads. We both grab one of the many pillows that lie on the floor and swing them over our heads, smacking the backs of Dan and Sarah.
"Ow, fuck!" They both scream, turning up to look at us.
"Oh, it's on!" Sarah grins, grabbing a pillow herself. She winds up arm, and smacks me right in the stomach, making somewhat of a "oof" sound erupt from me.
"Nooooo!" Phil shouts in a slow motion voice, hitting Sarah. I can feel myself grin, as he seems to protect me. Instead of joining us, Dan huddles up in a ball on the floor.
"YOU CANNOT HURT ME!" He yells, causing all of us to laugh. Eventually, we get tired, and the boys sadly make their departure.
"Next time, we'll have it at our place!" Phil volunteers as he walks out the door.
"We can make you two watch Kill Bill!" Dan suggests.
"Sounds awesome!" Sarah says. They both hug us, and then leave. Sarah turns to me.
"So, I guess we should start cleaning, then."
"Can't it wait?" I groan, already heading to my room.
"Ugh, fine, lazy."
"Tonight was pretty great, wasn't it?"
"It was! I'm pretty sure I know what your favorite part was though."
"What?" I ask, not sure what she's going to say.
"When Phil protected you." I can feel a blush crawl up my neck to my face.
"Uh, no, I mean-"
"You like Phil!" She sing-songs, running away before I can grab her. "He's your Flynn!" I smile at the thought of this.
"Maybe he is." I enter my room and close the door behind me, leaning on the back of it. I let out a loud sigh, get up, and crawl into bed. I don't bother to change into pajamas, and I don't really want to. I'm still warm from the hug that Phil gave me.