Page 61 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
“Twofellaswho may or may not become practice boyfriends,” Alex waggled his eyebrows in a way that was supposed to be enticing, but was more dorky than hot.
“Maybe,” I huffed.
“Glad to know we’re on the same page. I’m enjoying our enemies to lovers arc far too much to end it now.” If I hadn’t known he was into romance novels the comment would’ve felt out of place. But I did, so it wasn’t.
“Are we even enemies?” I arched a brow at him. “There’s debate among the book community that in order to be a true enemies to lovers plot line you have to actuallybeenemies.”
“Romeo and Juliet?”
“Kylo Ren and Rey,” I countered.
“Star Warsnerd?” Alex’s eyebrows shot up. He looked way too giddy.
“A bit.”
“Lord of the Rings?” he inquired, excited. We weren’t talking about enemies to lovers anymore, but I didn’t mind. For the first time in a long time, I was simply content to chat.
“Obviously. Anyone with taste lovesLord of the Rings.”
“Pick a favorite hobbit.”
“Bilbo,” I replied.
“FromLord of the Rings,” Alex said.
“Bilbo is in theLord of the Rings.”
“As a side character.”
“Still.” It was difficult not to laugh too.
“Fine, pick a hobbit fromThe Fellowship,” Alex tried again.
“Bilbo is in that too.”
“George,” Alex admonished.
I squinted, mulling it over. “Frodo.”
“Hmm,” Alex cocked his head to the side as he processed this. “I can see that.” If he was trying to psychoanalyze me based on my hobbit preferences, who was I to stop him?
“Now you pick one.” I waited expectantly.
“Sam.” Alex was quick to answer.
Huh.
“Really? I thought for sure you’d like Merry or Pippin.”
“Because of my merry attitude?”
“Because you’rechaotic.Like a demon,” I replied, and then, “Why Sam?” This was way more fun than I’d ever had talking to anyone else.
“He’s steady,” Alex replied. “Honest. Loyal. And dependable. I admire those qualities.”
“And he can cook,” I tacked on.
“Which is agreatskill. I can’t cook for shit.”
