We were sprawled across Soren's massive bed, the three of us tangled in blankets and pillows while a movie played on the wall sized screen. Matt had come in earlier with a tray of snacks, bowls of buttered popcorn, sliced fruit, chocolates arranged too neatly to actually be casual, and after wishing us goodnight, he'd quietly closed the door behind him, leaving us alone.
Watching a movie with Soren and Jamie had to be one of the funniest experiences of my life.
They never watched anything quietly.
Jamie gasped dramatically at every minor inconvenience on screen, screaming at characters for making obviously terrible decisions, while Soren paused the movie every ten minutes to analyze motivations like he was preparing a thesis defense. Half the time they argued with each other instead of paying attention to the plot, and the other half they dragged me into it.
"No, no, no," Jamie groaned, clutching a pillow. "Why would she take him back? Why would anyone take that man back?"
