Eleven

fifty one.

"what are we watching?" he said grabbing handfuls of popcorn from the bowl.

"the polar express."

"the what?"

"the polar express."

"no clue what that is."

i turned to him and laughed, giving him a skeptical look.

"are you serious?"

"i might have heard of it." he shrugged eating more popcorn.

"how haven't you watched it, it's a christmas classic."

"i don't know. why can't we watch a movie like black hawk down?"

"because that isn't a christmas movie."

"it's technically not christmas."

"dallas, your an idiot."

he smirked and i groaned in frustration.

i soon walked up and turned off the lights, making sure the fire in the fireplace was still lit and brought my blanket to the couch.

"we are keeping this movie on." i said snatching the remote from him.

"fine." he mumbled chewing with his mouth open.

we both sat on the couch, popcorn in the middle, us staring at the tv as the movie started.

that's until he opened his mouth and talked once again.

"so this is animated?"

"yes dallas it's animated."

he scooted over to grab another handful of popcorn.

"isn't this for kids?"

"it's for all ages."

i glared down at the bowl and all the popcorn was nearly gone.

"dallas!"

"what?"

"the movie barely started and you almost finished it all."

"i guess we won't be needing this then." he picked up the popcorn bowl and put it on the table, getting more comfortable and stealing some of my blanket.

"dallas?"

"yes."

"your annoying."