Thirty-Eight

Naomi

After Aubrey had given Connor a few scratches that were sure to heal in the next few minutes, we cuddled up in the blankets on the wide couch to watch a movie.

Aubrey and Connor have been arguing about what movie to watch for minutes while Emily, Luke and I just waited for them to pick one damn movie, before we ran out of popcorn.

Luke sighed, taking a swig of a soda, "Are they always like this?" He asked, fed up with the constant arguing over the littlest things.

"You have no idea." I sighed, going through the list of movies we contemplated watching.

"I don't know," Emily watched them with a warm glow, "they are really cute."

"I'll fucking slit your throat Connor. I'll send your head back to your mother on a stick!" Aubrey snapped, her eyes murderous as she stared into Connor's own irritated eyes.

"Yep," I sipped chocolate milk as I watched them, "Too cute."

"Can you just please stop bickering for once and pick a goddamn movie?" Luke interrupted their bickering, successfully cu