I DON'T HAVE A THING FOR MICKEY!

☆︎ AUGUST, 1997 ☆︎

It was the third day of classes at Windsor, and after getting out of their chemistry lab, Indiana, Cici, and Derek waited around on the grass on the main quad for the others to join them. Though they hadn't known each other long, Cici, Derek, and Hallie seemed as if they were going to be in the Woodsboro friend group for a while, as everyone got along so well.

Indiana was lying back on her elbows and peered at Derek through her cheap heart-shaped sunglasses, his appearance altered to be rather pink because of the tint. "Do you always dress like a golfer?" she questioned, eying his red polo shirt and khakis. He was also wearing some expensive-looking loafers.

Derek just let out a laugh and nodded. "Well, I was on the golf team at my school," he informed her. "And lacrosse."

"Ooh, I love watching lacrosse," she said, her smile brightening. "I was so bummed that Woodsboro didn't have a team when I moved there."

"At least they had basketball," Cici said, looking up from the magazine she was flipping through. "Derek, Indy made the Windsor basketball team, so we'll have to go to all the games. I may not be a cheerleader officially, but that will not stop me from shouting for you at the top of my lungs."

"Yeah, Jackson was telling me about both of you being signed," Derek said, nodding. "Are you excited for the season to start in November?"

"Extremely. I'm mega bored now that I don't have band rehearsals," she said with a grin.

"Well, you could think about doing rush week with me," Cici said, shooting Indiana wide, pleading eyes.

Two nights ago, Cici explained that she was thinking about joining a sorority. She wasn't sure which one yet, but recruitment was already starting, and it'd really kick off during the second week of classes.

"Nah, I'm good," she said, shaking her head. Indiana wasn't anti-sorority but she wasn't itching to join one either. "I feel like Hallie could be talked into it. Or maybe she'll do it next semester."

"I'll be doing it," Derek told the girls. "My dad was in Omega Kappa Beta."

"Oh, then you're like guaranteed a spot, Mr. Legacy," Cici told him. She was a little jealous that he wouldn't have to be nervous about wondering where he'd end up or not getting accepted by his first choice.

As Cici and Derek kept talking about their expectations for the recruitment process with Indiana asking clarifying questions every now and then, they were soon joined by Sidney and Jackson, who were coming from their trigonometry class.

"Hey, guys," Sidney greeted softly while taking a seat next to Cici. She smiled at each of them, beginning to pull a few things out of her backpack.

Jackson opted for a less gentle greeting. He let his whole body drop on top of Indiana's body, earning a groan of pain. She tried to shove him off, but he didn't budge.

"I hate you so fucking much," she said after recovering her breath.

"Yeah right," he scoffed while readjusting to get more comfortable. "I'm the light of your life, bitch."

"I refuse to admit that no matter how true it may be," she mumbled. Then Indiana turned her head toward Sidney. "How's the theater program stacking up compared to Woodsboro?"

"I mean, I haven't really learned anything yet," she said, smiling. "But they do a ton more shows every semester. There's always a huge musical and play put on, and then graduating seniors have smaller shows and projects that they oversee during the year too."

"What shows are they doing?" Cici asked her curiously.

"Well, this semester, the play is A Streetcar Named Desire and the musical is West Side Story—"

"Stella!" Jackson suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, not caring as people stared at them. Indiana laughed while throwing her hand over his mouth. He continued to try and shout, his muffled 'Stella's vibrating against her hand.

"Are you gonna audition for either?" Derek then asked Sidney.

"Definitely not West Side Story — I don't like musicals as much. I might just help with the sets on Street Car," she said, shaking her head. "I mean, it's my first semester here."

"We'll support you either way, but you're super talented, Sid," Indiana told her. But she also understood why Sidney was a bit hesitant. "What about spring semester shows?"

"We're doing Agamemnon from Oresteia," she said. Then Sidney looked down shyly. "It's one of my favorites, actually. Cassandra is such a great part."

"Oh, then you're definitely auditioning next semester," Derek told her, smiling. "We'll kidnap you and force you to go if we have to."

"Maybe," Sidney said, looking up at him. "And then the musical is Hair."

"Yes!" Indiana said, sitting up quickly. It caused Jackson to fall off of her, who immediately pushed Indy back down to rest his head on her stomach. "I love the music in that show."

"Are you gonna audition?" Cici asked her.

"Nah, I don't wanna be on stage," she said, shaking her head. "Well, an acting stage. But if it doesn't interfere with the basketball season too much, I might can be in the pit orchestra. I love playing Ain't Got No and Good Morning Starshine."

"I hope you can," Sid said with a smile. "It'll be fun to do it together if I end up helping on the production side."

"Hey, guys! Sorry we're late," Hallie called, getting all their attention. "And Randy brought a stray from our psych class."

Indiana turned her head to the other side on the grass and saw Hallie and Randy walking up to them. And to her surprise, Mickey was walking alongside Randy and holding a video camera small enough to fit in his hand. Mickey was also already looking at Indiana — his eyes fell on her as soon as he was close enough to make out her features.

"This is Mickey," Randy introduced him to the others.

"He's in our film class," Cici added, looking at Sidney.

"He's like a second Randy," Indiana jumped in with a grin. Then she looked at her ginger-haired friend. "Speaking of, Rand, can you get this dipshit off me?"

Randy scoffed and dropped his backpack next to Sidney. "Yeah, sure, totally. That's something that I can do with a six foot tall jock after getting shot in my dominant arm that I can't even win an arm wrestling match with anymore," he said, his tone thick with sarcasm as he sat down.

"Could you win one before?" Hallie asked doubtfully as she sat next to Cici.

That sent Jackson and Indiana into a fit of giggles while the others laughed a normal, small amount. Randy glared at the two as they rolled around on the grass laughing childishly — at least it got Jackson off of her stomach. When she bumped into him, Randy shoved her shoulder, which made her instead bump into Mickey's ankles.

Indiana stared up at the boy that had yet to sit down. His camcorder was on, evidently, and pointed at her and Jackson as they reacted to the relatively lame joke.

"You gonna sit down, Altieri?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"But know that as soon as you do, you'll never get rid of her," Randy added. "She's like a stray cat you fed one time. Only less cute and more feral."

Indiana scoffed and moved to flick Randy's knee. "I'm a fucking delight, Target Practice."

"And she's just adorable," Cici cooed, leaning over to kiss her roommate's forehead.

Then Indiana looked back up and Mickey, who was smiling right back in amusement. She made a point to pat the grass, silently telling him to join them. Finally, he relented and slid his backpack off his shoulder, letting it drop. Then he joined them on the ground, sitting right next to Indy's head as she continued to lay down.

"You know," Randy said, reaching for one of the chips that Sidney was eating while addressing Indiana. "I don't appreciate you continuing to call me that."

Derek snorted and shook his head. "Remind the class what you referred to her as at breakfast?"

He rolled his eyes childishly and mumbled, "Night School."

"Which doesn't even fit because I've never decapitated anybo..." Indiana trailed off, her eyes falling on Sidney, who was looking at the grass with a frown. Indy visibly cringed. "Right, sorry. Not lunchtime appropriate discussion."

Sidney smiled tightly at Indy, letting her know she wasn't mad at her — she just wanted to forget it all ever happened, as impossible as that seemed.

"Well, hey," Mickey spoke up, breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence. "I actually don't know all of your names or, like, your majors and stuff."

"I'm Derek," he said, offering his hand for Mickey to shake. "Pre-med."

That was all it took to get the group focused on something else. They started going off on tangents and side conversations about classes, interests, and new things to try at college. Soon, Derek was asking Sidney questions about the play she liked so much, Cici and Randy were discussing the upcoming reading for film class, and Jackson was discussing the NPHC chapters on campus with Hallie.

Indiana propped up on her forearms and nudged her shoulder into Mickey's side, who was sitting up and silently listening to Randy and Cici. But immediately, all his focus was on her.

"Yes, Dr. Jones?" he asked, a cute smirk on his lips.

"You're so lucky I don't hate those movies," she said, grinning. "And I wanted to thank you."

Mickey just tilted his head, not understanding. "For what? Shitting on your movie taste the other day — rightfully so?"

"No," she told him, rolling her eyes playfully. Then Indy glanced at Sidney, making sure she wasn't where she would overhear. "You changed the subject off of what happened back home rather than ask about it. It's what you did in class too — asked me about my third movie, and everyone forgot about it and went back to normal."

"Well, I was very curious about your answer even if it was an incorrect one," he said pointedly. She rolled her eyes. "Like, a super horrible nightmarish answer that deserves to have all physical copies burned—"

"You are so pushing my patience," she cut him off, ramming into his side a little more forcefully. "I'm trying to communicate my gratitude, and here you are being fucking pretentious."

Mickey just laughed at her and shook his head. "Look, it's not my place to ask about it. Clearly, you and Randy are comfortable joking about it based on the nicknames, but I figure constantly talking to strangers about it is annoying."

"That's definitely one word to describe it."

"And some aren't as comfortable joking," he went on, cutting his eyes to Sidney for half a second. "If I really get so desperate for details, I'll just pick up that book by the weather lady."

As he referred to Gale Weathers as a weather lady, Indy couldn't help but throw her head back and laugh loudly. "Well, the book is ass," she told him. "And she changed some things to make her look more heroic. Catch Randy and I without Sidney around and we'll tell you everything. Promise."

"Good, 'cause I fucking hate reading and was definitely not going to pick it up."

☆︎

It was surprisingly easy to adjust to college for Indiana. Sure, she had to study more than she used to, but Sidney, Derek, and Hallie were all geniuses. It wasn't that the others in the friend group were stupid, but Indiana would get too distracted with them.

Sidney knew Indiana long enough to know how she needed to study with her ADHD, so she was the best option. And Derek was incredibly patient, which was good if he wanted to be a doctor. The same went for Hallie, who Indiana could tell would make a great psychologist.

Studying with Cici was like studying with Tatum — as in, no studying got done, and the time was spent gossiping. Randy had the same kind of motivation as Indy, which was almost nonexistent, so he wasn't an option at all. And Jackson was Indiana's best friend, and nothing productive ever happened with two best friends.

And when Indiana tried to study with Mickey, he'd just make her laugh the whole time until they forgot what they were even working on. Even when others were with them, they'd end up whispering little jokes or sarcastic comments and snickering together. He'd attend her study sessions with Derek sometimes, and he'd make them sit at least two seats apart — even then, they'd make funny faces at each other.

Currently, Indiana was studying in her room with Sidney and Hallie. Cici was there as well, and it was their neighbors' jobs to ensure the girls didn't go off on any unnecessary tangents. Their first quiz in chemistry was the following morning. Derek was going to come by later as he had a fraternity recruitment event to go to as Bid Day was nearing.

Cici was really hoping she'd get a bid from Omega Beta Zeta. Indy didn't really understand the differences between the many sororities on campus, but she'd listen intently whenever her roommate went on a stressful rant about the rushing process.

"I just don't understand why we have to memorize the entire periodic table of elements," Cici grumbled, looking up from the image in the back of her textbook.

"So that you can know how to utilize it for the rest of the semester," Hallie reminded her. "How's it going?"

"I've got the first sixty down pat," she said, managing a smile. "How are you doing, Indy?"

The girls looked at Indiana and saw that she was hardly paying attention. She was humming under her breath and coloring in the previously white blocks with the elements in the back of her book.

"Indiana," Sidney spoke a little louder. She also nudged her to fully get her attention.

"Yeah?" she asked, looking up from her coloring.

"Stop defacing your textbook and play whatever song is stuck in your head. Then go back to doing the flashcards with Cici," she instructed.

Indiana beamed at her friend and quickly scrambled off her bed, going for her wooden guitar over the bright yellow one. Her fingers skillfully strummed each note from memory. She didn't play Rhiannon very loudly, knowing that the other girls were trying to actually study.

"You've got such a pretty voice," Cici complimented her roommate, smiling softly.

Sidney nodded in agreement, looking up from her essay. "Makes me miss the band," she said. "You guys were really something else."

"The Woodsboro Killers shall reunite after the babies get out of high school," Indy said while putting her guitar away again. "College is just, like, a placeholder for now."

"Well, placeholder or not, I think it's smart, ya know? Getting degrees to fall back on in case the music thing doesn't take off," Hallie told her, thinking about it in a practical way.

Indiana scoffed. "Way to sound like my sister, Hal. Have some faith in The Woodsboro Killers," she said, pretending to be hurt.

"In my defense, I've never seen you guys play!" Hallie said, putting her hands up. "Sure, Jack has played his guitar for me in his room before, but that's it."

At her admission, both Indy and Sidney shared a smirk before looking back at her. "He played for you in his room?" Indiana questioned, leaning close to Hallie. "Alone?" Then she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making the other girls giggle.

"Oh, don't give me that look," she said, rolling her eyes. Hallie also pushed on Indy's forehead, putting space between them. "You totally have a thing for that movie dork in your intro to film studies class."

"As movie dorks, Randy and I take offense," Cici cut in. Then she grimaced. "Also, you can do way better than Mickey, Indiana."

"I do not have a thing for Mickey," Indy said, laughing it off. Though Sidney noticed how the tips of her ears heated up. "We're just friends."

"You're always giggling and shit," Hallie pointed out.

"Um, I'm always giggling and shit with Cici," she reminded them while pointing to her roommate.

"I'm not convinced you aren't also in love with me too," Cici said teasingly. "But Hal is right, unfortunately. He definitely likes you with how often he has that camera pointed at you. And you eat that attention up."

"Because I was born to be a star, not because I like him," Indiana denied, rolling her eyes. "And I don't like that Hallie was totally deflecting! Hello? She's so into Jax."

"Yeah, I wanna hear more about that," Sidney said, focusing back on her roommate. She had a mischievous smile on her lips. "What do you do when you're alone with him in his room?"

"Nothing like that," Hallie said, throwing her pencil at Sidney, making her laugh. Then she sighed and looked at Indiana in defeat. "But your best friend is the finest specimen I've ever met in my life, and that's all I'll say on the subject."

Indiana broke into a fit of giggles which just made Hallie groan, not wanting to be made fun of. "Aren't we supposed to be studying? Indy, how many elements are there?"

At her question, Indiana's laughter died down and she winced. Over Hallie's shoulder, Cici was silently mouthing an answer, but she was shit at it. Indy peered at her before slowly answering. "Thirty-three?"

Cici sighed and put her head in her hands, shaking it as she did.

"Add about eighty more to that number, babe," Sidney said with an amused smirk.

"Well, I sit by Derek, and he's a pushover who will let me peek at his paper if I give him a pathetic enough look," Indy declared why crossing her arms. "So easy to manipulate."

"I'm a what who will let you do what?"

At hearing Derek's voice, who'd silently entered the room, Indiana clenched her eyes shut. "You, uh, are a genius with a caring and kind soul who, um, is always so willing to help those in need. God, we're so lucky to have a friend like you," she replied, laying the flattery on thick.

"Funny," he said, coming over to their circle. "I could've sworn I heard some things that rhyme with pushover and manipulate."

Indiana let out a laugh and nudged him with her shoulder. "Wow. Why would we be talking about a lawn mower and roller skates? You need to get that hearing tested, my man."

Derek just snorted and pulled out his books. "You can lie better than that, Indiana. I've heard stories from Jax."

"I've never done anything wrong."

"Didn't you sleep with Sid's boyfriend before he turned out to be—"

Indiana cut Cici off. "I have never done anything wrong in my life, ever!"

"And you have a crush on Mickey, which is pretty barf in my opinion," Cici went on, cringing.

"You have a crush on Mickey?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"How about that periodic table of elements, huh?" Indiana asked, smacking her textbook. "There's like eighty to know."

"There's one hundred and thirteen."

"Oh, Jesus. Fuck me."

"Well, I'm sure Mickey will swing by if we call him—"

Derek just laughed as she hit his shoulder with her chemistry book. "Shut the fuck up, Feldman!"

Sidney glanced at Indiana with a sly smile. "I feel like you asking to study makes it even more evident that you have a thing for Mickey."

"I don't have a thing for Mickey!"

☆︎

"I might have a thing for Mickey."

After their study session was over for the night, pretty much everyone went off on their own. Cici went to hang out with some girls in Omega Beta Zeta, and Hallie went to Jackson's room. Indy tried to tease her, but it was less romantic considering Derek would be in the room as they hung out.

All that remained were Indiana and Sidney. The two girls were on her bed and watching a rerun of Blossom on the small TV Cici brought from home. But when Indiana randomly spoke up, Sid's attention quickly shifted to her.

"You don't say?" she asked with a small smile on her lips.

"I mean, I don't know," Indy mumbled, picking at the fabric of her floral quilt.

Sidney propped up on her elbows and turned the TV down. "Well, what's not to know? You either like him or you don't."

"I think I... like how he makes me feel."

"How's that?"

"Really happy," Indiana whispered. "He's so funny, Sid, and handsome. And it's like when he smiles, I have to smile too. Fuck! That's so fucking sappy."

"That sounds like you like him, Indy," she said knowingly. She was smiling, but it dimmed when she saw the vulnerable look on Indiana's face. "You don't look very happy about that fact."

"Because I also feel scared. I mean, we know what happened last time I liked a boy," she mumbled, swallowing thickly. As she spoke, Indiana's hand slid under the hem of her shirt and she slowly rubbed her thumb back and forth over the scar from when Billy stabbed her. It became an anxious habit shortly after she could stand touching the old wound.

Sidney sat up properly on the bed, and Indy copied her movements. "Indiana, how many times have you told me and Sophia that we can't be afraid to live our lives after what happened? If we don't heal and move on, then we might as well be dead, and Billy and Stu got what they wanted — you said that."

"I know I did," she muttered under her breath.

"Then take your own advice," Sidney said, holding her hands. "Feel whatever it is you need to feel toward Mickey and don't be scared. You have faced a lot scarier than a film dork who clearly feels the same way."

Indiana finally managed a shy smile, glancing up from her quilt. "You think he feels the same?"

"Oh, my god," Sidney said, snorting as she rolled her eyes. Then she held up her hand like she was holding an imaginary camcorder, shoving it close to Indy's face. "C'mon, Sweetheart! Smile for the camera while I cover up my flirting by arguing about movies. Then lie right next to me on the quad so that I can let my arm brush against yours while making jokes at Randy's expense! Oh, and let me carry your backpack and lunch tray for you in the caf."

Indiana began giggling and pushed Sidney back. "To be fair, it is so easy to make fun of Randy," she told her.

"So, are you done denying that you have a crush on him?" Sid asked pointedly.

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "Yeah, I'm done."

"Good. And even if Hallie and Cici think you can do better, you have my approval, 'cause, ya know, he's not my boyfriend," Sidney said, only partly joking.

"I mean, that was deserved, but damn!" Indy said, laughing. "Jackson is rubbing off on you." He loved to make fun of her getting with Billy and also making out with Stu at the party before the rampage.

"I'm healing from my trauma or whatever Dr. Swain was telling me to do before we got here," Sidney said with a shrug. They probably should've been offered a group discount at the psychiatrist's office back in Woodsboro, as everyone involved went to his office after what happened.

"Well, I hope healing means you start to like someone too, soon, so that I can be the one making the teasing comments," Indiana grumbled. "I hate being on the receiving end."

"You're gonna be on the receiving end until you ask him out," she said truthfully. Then she noticed the hesitation on Indy's face. "Are you not gonna ask him out? Don't tell me you support the good ol' fashion misogynistic tradition of the guy asking the girl?"

"No, not that," she said, letting out a huff of a laugh. "But we've only been here a few weeks — not even a month. I think I might take a little time to keep getting to know him better."

"Okay, but do it because you want to, not because you're scared of moving forward," Sidney told her. Then she scrunched her eyebrows together. "Do you think having a psych major roommate is gonna rub off on me?"

"Not until Hal starts to actually learn shit," Indiana said, grinning. "But after she does? God, is she gonna have a field day psychoanalyzing us."

☆︎

"To Cici Cooper, the newest and best pledge of Omega Beta Zeta!" Indiana exclaimed while raising her water bottle up like it was alcohol.

It was the day after Bid Day, and Indiana hadn't seen her roommate at all, naturally, as she was getting to know her Big Sister and celebrating with the other pledges. But now, the girls were sitting on the quad and eating breakfast before having to go to film theory.

"Thanks for the support," Cici said, smiling at her. "I'm so excited but also nervous about the initiation process."

"Well, if you have to do anything illegal in a hazing situation, let me know, and I'll help you out," she whispered, shooting her a wink. "But serious, if they pressure you to do anything that puts you in danger, threaten them with me."

Cici leaned her head on Indy's shoulder while eating a strawberry. "Nice to know I have a big strong basketball player who is gifted at stabbing people in my corner."

She nodded in agreement, glad that Cici adjusted so well to her past. "If only everyone had a me."

"Oh, then the world would be perfect, Sweetheart." At hearing Mickey's voice, both girls turned their heads and saw him walking over with Randy, having spotted them on the way to class. "Wars would end. Crime would cease. Ocean levels would stop rising."

"Morning, Spielberg," Indiana greeted, smiling up at him. Then she glanced at Randy, who looked exhausted. "Need some coffee, Target Practice?"

Randy nodded tiredly and reached down for the paper to-go cup of coffee that she held up to him. "Was up all night working on an English paper," he grumbled. "My shit computer gave out halfway through, and I lost the whole goddamn thing — had to start over on Paul's."

"Oof," Cici cringed. She was in the same class but finished the assignment three days ago to make sure it didn't interfere with her recruitment plans. "That sucks."

"You can come over and use mine until you can get yours fixed," Indy offered.

"Thanks," he said. Then Randy threw his head back and downed her coffee, not even flinching as it burned his throat. Afterward, he tossed the empty cup in a trashcan near them. "So, you guys ready for class?"

Rather than respond, Indiana looked at Mickey and lifted her arms, making grab hands at him. Mickey grinned and held her hands, pulling her to her feet. Then she started toward the film and theater building, managing to keep one of her hands in his as she went.

"I expect you to be annoyingly vocal during class today," Indiana said, looking to the side at Mickey as they walked.

"Why?" Cici asked. "I didn't check the syllabus. What are we talking about?"

"Auteur theory," Randy informed her. "The director is viewed as the major creative force in a motion picture and often considered the true author of the work despite scriptwriters."

"Oh, yeah, you're gonna be unbearable," Cici grumbled.

"I'll have you know that directors are—"

"Save your pretentiousness for class," Indiana cut Mickey off, shaking her head as Cici and Randy got ahead of them.

Mickey responded by pulling her closer by her hand and smirking down at her. "Fine by me, Sweetheart. I live to argue with you. It's the highlight of my day."

"Mine too," she said with a condescending smile. "When someone says anything you disagree with, you get this cute little look of amusement and disbelief on your face — like you're excited to argue your point."

A similar look was on his face now as his mouth fell open the smallest bit. "You think I'm cute, Winger?" As he asked, Mickey intertwined their fingers.

Indiana had to ignore how her stomach fluttered from such a simple act. "You're alright-looking, Altieri."

"No, you already said it. You can't take that back," Mickey teased, smirking down at her. "Don't be embarrassed though. You're pretty damn cute too — especially dressed like that."

Given that Indiana loved to wear things that didn't belong to her, she was wearing one of Mickey's blue sweatshirts and a pair of jeans to the Monday morning class. Though Mickey couldn't even recall how she got it from him, fuck, he loved knowing she was in something of his.

"Thanks," Indy said, her cheeks heating up. He'd let her borrow the hoodie one day at dinner in the cafeteria, and she never gave it back. It'd been sitting over her desk chair for a week, and she decided last minute to wear it that morning. "And I'll get it back to you after laundry day."

"Are you gonna steal it again after you do give it back?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't steal it. You gave it to me," she reminded him.

"And what if I demand you give it back right now?"

"I think that a lot of people would have trouble paying attention in class today because there's nothing under here," she said while pinching the collar of the hoodie and glancing inside.

"Again," Mickey said, a shit-eating grin on his face. "What if I demanded you give it back righ — hey!"

Indiana used their intertwined hands to punch him in the chest. Mickey just continued laughing and grabbed her other arm, keeping her from trying to hit him. Somehow, she ended up tangled up in him, walking forward with her arms crossed. He was still holding her hands and walking in step from behind her, his chest pressed to her back.

"Let me go," Indiana whined. Though, admittedly, she didn't try all that hard to get out of his grip. "Free me."

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Never," he said, following it up with an evil laugh. "This is your punishment for calling me pretentious."

"I see," she said, leaning her head back to rest on his neck. "And how long does this punishment last?"

"Oh, it lasts forever," he said matter-of-factly. "I'll never let you go."

"Damn. My arms might get kind of tired," she said, accepting her fate as they walked up the steps of the building in the same position, moving carefully to make sure they didn't topple over. "If we're to be wrapped up like this forever though, be prepared to watch Killer Klowns From Outer Space at least ten times a year."

In an instant, Mickey released her, and Indiana broke out laughing, unable to believe he folded so quickly.

"You sit through that shit ten times every year?" he asked in disbelief.

"I said 'at least,' so sometimes it's more," she corrected. "Given how much you hate it, I'll probably double my watches simply to piss you off. That's your punishment for being so pretentious."

"God, I'd rather you stab me to death," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Trust me. If you keep shitting on my favorite movie, I will one day."