Your story with Richie wasn't what prudes would call normal      You met on Dallas' club; your friends have taken you there to cheer you up since you had broke up with your dipshit of a boyfriend and he was the one making you the dance      You met again after their shift, him and his friends saw you and yours on a coffee; making your friends slap your arm not so discreetly, amusing the guys and achieving you to blush madly, meeting his whiskey eyes when you pretended to look around in a "I don't know this four" way      After that you went out a few times and making weekly meetings with both groups in one of your houses      Now it was one of those nights; with you bringing a bowl of Nachos to the table and sitting down on Richie's lap, as he puts one of his big hands around you to keep you there

"I say we should watch Titanic" says Lydia, one of your best friends as she takes one of the chips you just brought

"Nope" "No." "Don't even think about it" Deny all the guys except Ken

"What about Dead poets society?" asks Rory

"I would watch that... If I wanted to sob" shrugs Lydia

"You suggested us to watch fucking Titanic" replies Tito with amusement

"But- you know what? Fair" shrugs the girl again, leaning against Mike as he chuckles "And what about-?"

"We are also not going to watch The Notebook" interrupts Richie with a scoff, running his hands up and down your hips, making your friend huff