Because I couldn't resist, I made this one a J/C prompt even though I really wanted to do a B/C one, or a M/C one.

Now that I have an idea for N, it will probably be M/C, because I've only done like two of those, and those two would really be adorable if I just wrote them together properly.

Ugh, the prompt struggles. They kill you.

Movies

jesus&callie

"You're going to love me forever."

Callie looked from her book, The Great Gatsby, to Jesus' broadly smiling face. He was rocking back and forth on his heels, grinning so much that it looked like he was about to split his face in half.

"You know I hate it when you say that," Callie reminded her bluntly, setting her book aside, "because something stupid usually follows after."

"Oh, there's that charm I love so much."

Callie rolled her eyes, unfolding herself and sitting up. It was a perfectly gloomy Friday afternoon, and she had been hoping to get back into the spirit of reading books after ditching it for five years. They were required to read at least five novels over the summer from a stupid reading wishlist her stupid English teacher assigned as summer homework, and Callie had always been curious about what made classics so desirable.

"Anyway, you know that fun weekend we had a couple months ago?" Jesus asked, grinning at her like a madman.

Callie raised her eyebrows. "Which one? The one where I got a twitch for watching superheroes sixteen hours in a row, or the one where I threw up all Saturday and Sunday eating fried sugary sweets at the greasy local carnival?"

"It was only fourteen hours," Jesus insisted. "And com'n, you loved spending the weekend with the best brother in the world, didn't you?"

"Am I supposed to know what makes you so great, or will you be telling me any time soon?"

Jesus pulled his hands from behind his back, exposing the gigantic garbage bag he gripped tightly in both hands.

Callie raised her eyebrows at the sight. Jesus hardly ever took out the trash, much less got so excited over it. "I'm supposed to love you for trash."

"Oh, dear sister of mine, this is no ordinary trash bag," he told her mysteriously. Then, in one swift motion, dumped the entire bag onto her bed.

Callie opened her mouth, preparing to yell Jesus' head off from covering the entire foot of her freshly made bed with a mountain of trash, then paused, realizing she wasn't looking at trash at all.

"Are - are those all movies?" she asked, simply apalled.

Jesus released the bag, letting it fall to the floor as he manuvered his way to the pile of movies, looking quite pleased with himself. "Yup, and we're going to watch every single one - with a little help, of course."

His wide hand gesture lead Callie's curious gaze to the doorway, where two sheepish faces smiled at her.

"Sup, chica?" Eric greeted her with a head flick.

"Hi," Lexi said after him with a small wave.

"Okay, what's this all about?" Callie demanded once her inital shock had mostly worn off. No person, sane or not, rented a truck load of movies for no apparent reason. The very idea was too odd to think about, even for Jesus.

Jesus began to gather the movies into tall stacks of ten. Callie watched Disney, romantic comedy, horror, action, adventure, every time of movie tumble over each other as he divided them into towers.

Dear god, there had to be at least eighty movies there.

"Consider this your birthday present from me," Jesus said smugly. "And as you know, I like making my presents go out with a bang!"

He made a gun shape with his fingers and pretended to let it go off at her, cheekily grinning at her.

"You know my birthday isn't for another two weeks, right?" Callie reminded him with a pointed look.

"Just to let you know," Lexi interjected from the doorway, "I tried to tell them this, but he won't subject to reason."

"This doesn't even call for reason, just common sense," Callie argued, crossing her arms with a scoff.

Jesus straightened, two stacks tucked snugly under each arm. Callie reluctantly followed his suit, grabbing the two closest to her and carefully balancing them in her arms.

"Well, the thing is," he began, "is that moms liked to get into the summer spirit and vist Grandma and Abeulo in Flordia for a couple weeks - starting the weekend of your birthday. So, happy early birthday sis!"

At the end of his overexaggerated, not to mention loud, explanation, Callie realized they were already in the living room.

"Happy birthday, dude!" Eric exclaimed happily, because he was the type of person to take any chance to show his overagressive behavior with excitement, and kissed her cheek in a fashion that was so sloppy it may as well have happened under water.

Lexi, the most awkward about this of their little foursome, leaned over and wrapping Callie in a one arm side-hug that felt almost natural. "Happy birthday, I guess," she laughed, and suddenly Callie was laughing hard enough for her ribs to hurt.

Leave it to Jesus to make everything happen with a bang.

The TV and DVD player are aready programmed to their default position, the slim player holding the disk tray out in a way that resembled a mouth sticking its tongue out.

"No offense or anything, but how exactly did you two get roped into this?" Callie asked as Jesus shooed her, Lexi, and Eric onto the couch as he popped in the first movie; not that he would tell her what it was or anything, claiming that telling completely took away the element of surprise.

Callie, personally, thought he was working more with the element of stupidity, but whatever, she would only be an ass to ruin his good mood.

"Well, Mariana is with Garette on this new artistic retreat thing, as you know," Lexi explained, "and Jesus said something about sharing the movie experience with me or something like that? I honestly don't really know, but I figured it had something to do with that weird movie telepathy you two have going on, so I just went with it."

Callie mulled this over. Somewhere in there she got that it was Jesus' doing, which was understandable because Lexi was such a sucker for his puppy dog pout.

"I was promised food," Eric told her with a shrug.

Callie rolled her eyes. Typical boy: always willing to bend over backward for food.

"First movie's staring!" Jesus announced excitedly, wiggling his way between Callie and Lexi. The two girls look over him and give each other a playfully annoyed look.

Just like with all the movies in the Marvel franchise, Jesus refused to let them fast forward through the commericals, which Eric was especially fed up with until the pizza guy from Hungry Howie's appeard with three boxes of meaty pizzas. Once it was paid for, Eric was too busy shoveling in all the cheesy joy to complain about it too much.

"What movie is it?" Callie impaitently asked for the fifth time. In three minutes.

Jesus laughed, waggling his eyebrows at her in what was supposed to be a mysterious, sneaky manner. Callie found it to be rather idiotic.

"You'll see," he cackled, just as the main menu for the movie popped up.

"Oh my god, I love The Incredibles!" Lexi sqeauled excitedly, grabbing ahold of Jesus' arm.

Callie threw her back and moaned. "Oh nooo..."

"Woohoo, Disney movie marathon!" Eric howled with unbelievable enthusiasm.

"This will be the death of me," Callie predicted as she slid down in her seat.

Jesus laughed louder as he pressed play. "Oh com'n, sis, you can't say that when you haven't even seen the movie."

Callie, now practically sliding to the floor, glowered at him. "I wasn't talking about the movie."

At half past midnight, the door to the Foster residence opened quietly.

Stef, leading in a laughing Lena, turned her head from side to side, checking to see if the coast was clear as if they were rebellious teenagers instead of a married couple getting from some much needed couple time.

"Okay, I think we're good," she said, laughing a bit herself. Okay, so maybe there was a thing about getting too happy with only one glass of wine.

Lena covered a mouth with her hand as if willing herself to be tipsy a little more quieter.

"Wait, why is there a movie avalanche in our living room?" she asked, pointing into the living room, directly at the coffee table.

Stef was about to laugh her wife's crazy question off, chalking it up to Lena never being allow two glasses of expensive red wine again, when she looked, noticing that there was indeed a movie avalance in their living room. An avalanche of sorts anyway.

Movie cases, both opened and closed, along with several empty liters of pop and pizza boxes were scattered around the mess that had been, once upon a time, their nice, clean coffee table.

On the couch, in a bundle of quilts and pillows they must have dragged down from their beds, Jesus sat snoring with a peacefully sleeping Lexi on his lap, looking ready to slide off onto the floor.

Eric and Callie were curled up in similar position, except Callie had her arms thrown over his back and her head tossed backward as he laid sprawled out on her lap. Suspiciously, there were crumbs and traces of sauces spots around his mouth.

"How adorable!" Lena exclaimed, managing to remember that she had to whisper. "Take a picture! Take a picture!"

Stef smiled at the sight as well, finding it absolutely adorable but also terribly familiar, and there in the blue glow of Up's main menu with the main song playing with the perfect mood setting in, Stef snapped several pictures with her phone of the adorable sleeping teenagers.

"We are so going to hold this over their heads," Lena plotted eagerly after she had sloppily taken some pictures herself on her own phone.

Stef laughed again. "I'm sure you will, sweets."

The next morning, it was obvious when the teenagers woke up.

Stef and Lena sat around the kitchen, drinking their morning cups of coffee and looking at last nights pictures on Stef's phone, which hadn't gotten any less cuter, they were interrupted by an incredibly loud complaint.

"OH GOD, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME WATCH MORE MOVIES?" Callie screamed in something that sounded like a mix of dread and agony.

I'm terribly sorry for this failed attempt to recreate the Avengers chapter.

I'm open to any ideas for O or P. Some would be greatly appreciated.

Also, do any of you think I should make a cover for ABC's? I've been debating for months if I should do one, but I haven't yet. Your opinion on that would be nice to have.

Okay, that's all for that chapter. Hopefully another update tomorrow.

Later, babes.