One of the Guys

Chapter fifteen

Chapter fifteen

Needles to say however, that no matter how damn tired I was, I couldn't sleep.

I tossed, turned, and at one point, even somehow ended up under the bed.

I guess there are just some events in a day that make it impossible to sleep afterward. And being in a fight is one of them. Or was it seeing two hot guys shirtless? I couldn't tell.

When I checked my phone, I saw that it was one am. I've been trying to sleep for three hours straight.

Realizing that, there was obviously no way I was going to get sleep by just laying in my bed, I went downstairs. Hopefully, a glass of water would help. Oh gosh I'll try anything just to be able to sleep!

As I tiptoed down the creaking and squeaking hard wooden stairs, I had a creepy feeling that someone was watching me.

Unfortunately that feeling was fulfilled when I went to get a glass of water.

"A little late to be up, isn't it Rory?" Asked a deep voice behind me. I didn't even have to turn around to know it was Malcolm.

"I should say the same thing to you," I replied.

If I said I was surprised to see Malcolm, I would be lying. He was always one to stay up late and think in the silence, I can still remember seeing his bedroom light on across the street when all the others were out at ten at night.

"So why couldn't you sleep?" he asked.

I shrugged and said, "Same as you."

I don't think either of us were very ecstatic about today's events.

"Lets watch some TV," suggested Malcolm. He walked over to the base sued couch and plopped down on one side, I plopped down on the other. It was hard to see for me because it was so dark, but evidently I wasn't for Malcolm. He grabbed the remote from the top of the Samsung tv against the wall like he had all his life.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked me.

"I don't care," I replied, wait scratch that- "anything but Criminal Minds, Toddlers and Tiaras, or Keeping Up With the Kardashians."

I think he raised an eyebrow but I couldn't tell. "Aren't those last two most girls' favorite shows?" he asked.

"Probably. But I can't stand them."

And let's face it, Criminal Minds was just freaky. Especially at one am.

As he flipped through the stations, I started to feel sleepy and my eyelids started feeling heavier. Until I saw a petite foot reaching for a shoe under a beautiful dress.

"Stop! Go back," I commanded. Malcolm did as was told and turned the station back to TMC (Turner Classic Movies).

My eyes were glued to the screen as Audrey Hepburn successfully got her shoe back on unnoticed by thousands of greeters.

"What is this?" asked Malcolm.

"Roman Holiday," I replied in awe.

"That still doesn't answer my question."

"Fine. Then how about the best movie in the world."

"But what's it about?"

At that, I turned my eyes away from the screen and have him a 'you have got to be kidding me' look.

"What's that look for?" he asked.

"Do you have night vision or something? Because you can see perfectly," I blurted out.

"Actually, the light from the tv is reflecting back on your face," he answered calmly. "And what is this anyway?"

I sighed and said, "Roman Holiday is about a princess, Audrey Hepburn, who is on a tour an one night she runs away because she just wants to be a normal girl. Then she meets a journalist, Gregory Peck, and photographer and they go out and have the most amazing day ever and eventually, the journalist and Audrey Hepburn fall in love.

"And please tell me you at least know who Audrey Hepburn is?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah, we had to watch My Fair Lady for film class once," Malcolm said.

He's a keeper. Definitely a keeper.

We watched intently, laughing at the part when Eddie Albert, the photographer, came along when Gregory Peck and Audrey were having lunch.

"You know Rory, you're a dead ringer!" Malcolm complimented, still laughing from the scene.

That was one of the best compliments of my life.

All too soon the movie ended and the shot closed out on Gregory Peck walking out. A tear ran down my face, thinking of one of the only movies that love didn't prevail in the end.

"What?!" exclaimed Malcolm. "But they loved each other, they should have been together."

He sounded exactly like I did when I first saw it. "She had a good day, it was almost a happy ending," I explained, chocking up on that last part.

"That wasn't a good movie."

Though I know by tomorrow he would agree it was.

Next, Casablanca came on. "Ugh, talk about a sad movie!" I complained. "What do you mean? She ends up with her husband," Malcolm pointed out.

I think my jaw dropped all the way to South America this time. "But she didn't love him. She loved Rick," I said.

"But they weren't right for each other," stated Malcolm. My eyes widened so they were the size of Jupiter.

"Yes they were. That's it, we're watching it and you're seeing how sad this is."

"Two sad movies in a row?"

"Yes."

"Talked about a depressing night."

The movie ended too quickly, and another tear spilled from my violet eye. "Now do you see what a sad movie this is?" I asked.

"No. Everything worked out," Malcolm said. Of course he would bring logic into this. "Not the love story," I protested.

"She belonged with her husband. He was a better guy."

"But she didn't love him."

"But he could protect her."

"I will never understand your opinion," I stated.

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Sometime that night, I fell asleep. Probably in between It Happened One Night (which is like a happier version of Roman Holiday but not as we'll written) and Some Like it Hot.

It was pretty much the best unplanned movie night ever.