(A/N: I do not own the Titanic, and LJ's distaste for the male protagonist is my vicarious living)
Peter's pov
Nicky was out with a friend and Mom was upstairs, and LJ and I were in the living room on the couch, starting to watch Titanic. We did not last long, but we did not fall asleep, we just strayed from the movie, while, ironically, copying it at the same time. We had averted our eyes right around the scene where Jack starts to draw Rose, which we did not really have an interest in seeing anyway due to the explicitness of the scene. My girl let out a cute, captivating little giggle once she realized what I was up to
"Are you sketching me?"
I smirked
"Maybe."
She lunged to my side, but did not try to pry the sketch pad from my hands
"Let me see that."
I complied, kissing her temple as she gawked at what I had produced
"Peter, this is fantastic. Professional level, really."
Wishing I could hide the blush creeping on my cheeks, I smiled
"Thanks, Covey. But art is really just a hobby. Police Academy is the dream, much to my parents' chagrin, even if they had an inkling since I was in preschool."
My parents did serve the public, but as lawyers. My Mom was a DA and my somewhat estranged father actually worked for the opposite side, which made for an interesting trial every time someone accidentally made them square off in the court room. Popcorn-and-camera interesting. In the Reagan v. Kavinsky cases, the true victors were the audience, not gonna lie. The show never disappointed. My girl kissed me
"I just want you safe and happy, follow your heart."
I loved having her as my number 1 cheerleader. We turned to the screen just in time to catch the fateful ending of it, with the icy waters and the lifeboat for one, and shuddered at the imagery of the cold, speaking as one
"That is the polar opposite of the hot tub."
After a while, my girl went on
"Emphasis on hot, that water is freezing!"
As if to prove her point, she burrowed further into my side, stealing my body heat as I cuddled her closer, not that I minded. Stealing a glance at the screen right as Leonardo DiCaprio appeared, I popped some M&M's and popcorn in my mouh, shaking my head
"I am waayyy better looking than that guy"
Almost immediately, my Covey nodded
"Right?! Honestly, I never did get the hype with him. Never will, either."
We kissed as the credits rolled, having had a blissful afternoon.
