A/N: Another one-shot from me!whoop-dee-doo! lol. Looking forward to reading your reviews!

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"So, you get it? I asked as I stood up to sit on the floor and rest my head on the couch.

Heysat down onopposite me,"Let me see. 20 questions. No stopping. All questions counted, including follow-ups and those not intended to be counted. How's that?"

"Great!"

"Good. Okay, now before we start, do you mind if I ask a question first?"

"Shoot!" I said, taking a sip of soda.

"Why are we doing this again? Why are we here at my house on our Friday 'catch-the-new-horror-movie night?"

"Hmm… let me see. Because number one, they're not showing any horror movies this week because of all the chick-flick premieres. And number two, I remember you explicitly saying that you are not, nor will you ever be, willing to sit through two hours of chick-flick-ness."

My 'speech' rendered him speechless for a little less than a minute. He knew I noticed. And he knew I wouldn't let him forget it, either.

"Oh."

"How many questions have you asked me?" I asked, trying to distract him.

"That's my third, or my fourth. I don't know. Who cares? No one's counting. So, when do you smile?"

"Not fair! You're supposed to be counting. I think that's your third, unless you count the one when you asked me to answer your questions."

"I did. And you're stalling. Why don't you want to answer my question? It's so simple."

"And that's question number 5."

"You're not being fair." he said with this pout on his face.

Even when he's complaining, he makes me smile

"I don't want to answer your question because I'll give the dumbest answer when I do."

"What's that?"

"Number 6..." I said teasingly.

"Heeey..." he said with a tone of warning in his voice.

"Okay, okay. I smile when...I feel...loved. Special. Whatever."

"When's that?"

"When I'm with you"

I rendered him speechless again. But I don't know if this is something I should never let him forget.

I laughed. Aweird, un-me-like, awkward laugh escaped my mouth. "Well, you know what I mean, don't you?"

"That's your third!"

"Are you trying to get me back?"

"Number four."

"Heeey" I playfully shoved him on the shoulder.

He laughed. Thank goodness the awkward, tense-y feeling is gone. "Okay, okay. Just ask me a question"

"Fine. When do you smile?"

"Hmmm" He playfully rubbed his chin, obviously trying to stall.

"What!" I blurted out

"Six!"

I rolled my eyes, "Oh come on"

"Fine"

"Fine"

"Fine", He looked at me and playfully raised his eyebrows, up and down.

"Just answer, already!"

"Okay. I smile when…"

"…when!" I blushed. I sounded a little too curious about his answer.

I reached for the bowl of popcorn beside him but he somewhere between me and the bowl, he grabbed my hands, squeezing them firmly but gently.

"When I'm with you"He looked into my eyes and smiled sheepishly.

"O-" I was interrupted by his the feeling of his lips pressing onto mine. I usually don't like being interrupted. But this kind of interruption, I could definitely get used to.

For the first time the entire day, he rendered me speechless.