CHAPTER 4

"So, what film do you wanna see?" Mon-El asks Kara.

"Any movie's fine. Just no crime movie. Late night crime: not a fan. There's, uh-um, there are the Blu-ray disks of films. In the cabinet by the TV." Kara replies as she collects a packet or two of chips and grabs beers.

"Yeah, okay. Hey, what's this movie.. 'John Wick'?" He grabs one of the disks.

"Crime."

"Okay, then, um, this one. Twilight Saga."

"Nothing vampiric."

"Ookay. Um, how 'bout Mockingjay?"

"You mean The Hunger Games: Mockingjay?" Kara says reaching to the couch and puts the chips and beer on the coffee table.

"Yep. Part 2."

"Okay, yeah, let's watch that." Kara finally agreed adjusting some space for herself on the sofa.

"You do know that you chose the movie regardless of what you told me, huh?"

"Whatever, just make space." She sits beside Mon-El in a very small space. "Just.." she hops over to Mon-El's side.

"What?!" Mon-El shouts.

"Just make some space for me." Kara says peacefully.

"There is none!" He argues.

"Well, take your paws off of my couch!" Kara yells.

"You know, maybe I'll just sit on a chair."

"Good boy." She comments.

"I. Am. Not. A puppy!" He says pulling a chair from the dining table and places it beside the sofa. Right where Kara placed her head.

"I'm not calling you a puppy. Unless, you think of yourself as one, bean-bag."

"Yes, I am your space puppy, aren't I?" He says forcibly. "And stop calling me bean-bag!"

"Okay, let's make a deal. I won't say anything and as won't you. No argument anymore. Just watch the movie peacefully."

"Sounds good to me."

"Okay, yeah." Kara turns on the TV and plays the movie.

"Could you.. ahem, could you pass me a beer? Pl-please?" He says nervously.

"Yeah. Sure. Well, don't hesitate." She passes the bear and a packet of chips along with it.

"Yeah, well, you said no talking, so.."

"Right." Kara says sarcastically.

Mon-El and Kara cry about some emotional scenes. At the end, they both favor Katniss to kill Snow but they both get shocked with an open mouth and wide eyes when she kills President Coin and leaves Snow in the hands of the citizens.

"This movie is a blast." Mon-El compliments.

"Tell me about it. I've seen this movie like ten times but the last part still amazes me." Kara replies.

"Oh, it's almost 12:00. Think I should get going." Mon-El looks at his watch and gets up from the chair.

"Well, stay." Kara gets up and suggests him.

"Huh?"

"Stay. You can spend the night here. It's almost midnight. And you don't have anywhere to go. You can take the couch."

"What.. I don't know. I can stay at the D.E.O."

"What? No! No one would be there. It's probably shut. Do you have any problem staying here for tonight?" Kara argues.

"I don't have any problem. It's just that.. it's gonna be just you and me. So,.."

"Are you nervous of sleeping here because of me?"

"Whaaat?" He says with a low-pitched voice. "No! No. Okay. I'll just sleep here. Thanks, Kara."

"Always." She goes with a smile.

Mon-El settles himself on the couch as Kara brings a pillow or two and a blue blanket for him to wear.

"Here." She puts the pillows and blanket on the sofa. "What, you just gonna sleep with those pants on?"

"Excuse me. What do you mean by that?" He asks in confusion of a kind.

"Oh, it came out the wrong way. What I meant is there are some pj's of Jeremiah in the closet somewhere. You can change if you want." Kara clears.

"Oh! Right. Yeah, that'd be very kind of you."

"Oh, I am kind." She smiles.

"I know that." Mon-El smirks. Kara gets him the pj's. He goes into the bathroom to change.

"Are. You. Kidding me?!" Mon-El comes out of the bathroom wearing the pj's that over-fit him form the waist and lengthen till his toes.

"Well, uh-um..." She laughs and pauses. "Well, it's not a-fitting."

"Yeah, you noticed." Mon-El says. They both look at each other for while; she couldn't stop laughing and he just stood there staring at her. They both laughed out of their stomachs when he realised how funny he looked in those pj's.

"I'm not wearing this!" He chuckles.

"Oh, come on, it's just about tonight." She convinces. "I won't tell anyone, I promise. Especially Winn." She looks at him with puppy eyes really convincing him to do so.

"Okay.. if you say so..." Mon-El walks to the couch and grabs the pillow and the blanket.

"If you need anything, like ANYTHING, don't wake me up. Or I'll kill you."

"Well, that's very generous of ya." He replies sarcastically.

"Right, good night."

"'Night." Mon-El looks at her as she leaves for her bed. His eyes glance at the light of the moon as Kara grabs her blanket on her bed. She smiles and winkles at him before putting her head over the pillow. Mon-El shakes his head and expresses a good night.