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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ a lazy summer afternoon seemed like the perfect opportunity for alyssa to drag her best friend to the tv room in the mansion; it seemed like an even better idea to play new moon as their movie of choice, having missed the chance to see it in theaters because of final exams and graduation.

she keeps quiet, too enthralled in the thought that tony had actually agreed to sit down and watch it with her... up until they get fifteen minutes into the movie, that is. shifts slightly in her position against tony, a disgruntled look appearing on her face. ]

This movie is nothing like the book!

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ goes for plan c & changing the topic. ]

We could bake something for them together?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ instantly brightens, giving him some enthusiastic nods. ]

Okay! What should we bake~?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

What would your parents like?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Um... anything?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Google does not approve.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Too many recipes for anything.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Then how about a cake?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks several times. ]

. . . Your dad eats cake?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

He'd eat it if he knew I made it!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Keep my contributions a secret.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ moves her hands up to his hair, ruffling it affectionately. ]

Oh hush, he would still eat it if you helped.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans into it. ]

Better to be cautious. We don't want to hurt the cake's feelings.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ the ruffles slowly become strokes as she leans into him more. ]

I think we'll be fine.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I think we need to settle this fairly.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Oh? And how do you propose we do that?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans away to bring up a fisted hand. ]

Rock paper scissors.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks before lifting a fist as well, looking determined to win. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Rock, paper. . .

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Scissors!

[ ... & dutifully picks scissors as a result. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at his choice of paper, then changes it into a rock. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ whaps his hand and then lifts her arms into the air, cheering for her victory. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sighs. ]

Alright. You can have all the credit for the cake.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pouts. ]

What! That's not what I want!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But you won.