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Weirder still was the way Dylan had ended up with his head partially on Derek’s lap. His eyes were closed, but every now and then he made a well-timed quip. Derek dragged his fingers through Dylan’s hair absently as Meg Ryan pretended to orgasm over her sandwich.
“I just didn’t know anyone had bins and bins of DVDs anymore. And yes.” Felicity snatched one from the pile. “Oooh, I found the movies that aren’t rom-coms. This is more like it. Jackpot.”
“Those are my best friend’s.”
“She’s got good taste.” Felicity nodded approvingly.
Dylan chuckled. “I think if Felicity and Olive meet it might disrupt the space-time continuum.”
“The world would never be the same, for sure.” Derek smoothed Dylan’s hair behind his ear.
Dylan shivered but kept his focus on the screen.
“Don’t knock DVDs, Ginger Spice. I didn’t want to be subject to the whims of the streaming gods for my entertainment. Just got rid of my VHS collection a few years ago.”
“Geriatric Millennials.” Felicity shook her head.
Dylan nudged his sister gently with his bare foot. “Be nice.”
“So why rom-coms?” Felicity grabbed herself a slice of cold pizza.
Dylan’s eyes popped open. It seemed like he wondered too, but unlike his sister, he rarely asked probing questions. The only time they talked about it, Derek deflected.
“Long answer or short answer?”
“I think it’s safe to say I’m not getting any more work done today.” Felicity fidgeted with her phone. “By the way, I texted Dad and told him to come Sunday instead.”
“Good.” Dylan shifted so he could better see Derek and interlaced his fingers with Derek’s. “Long version?”
“Long, but pause for a second, I need another drink. I love these daytime adult slumber party vibes. Truth or dare for lazy old people, which just means truth.” Felicity stood. “The small dose of THC helps. Let me know when either of you gentlemen feel like really getting this party started and I’ll grab you a second seltzer water.”
“She’s telling both of us we’re old and busted, ba—Derek.”
With a curious mouth quirk, Felicity headed into the kitchen.
Dylan had almost called him “babe” in front of his sister. They couldn’t be at the casual pet name usage stage… right? But why didn’t Derek feel glad Dylan caught himself?
A slight pink colored Dylan’s cheeks, but his ears made the embarrassment obvious. Fire engine red. No wonder Dylan liked his hair long. Which reminded him…
“Don’t let me forget to go to my mom’s house tomorrow for my shears.”
Dylan blinked. “You’re really serious about cutting my hair?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, back.” She set two cans down on the box acting as a side table, carbonation fizzing as she opened her own. “Story time.”
“Context first. Sweet summer child, do you know what a Blockbuster is?” Derek knew this audience would appreciate the reference.
Felicity clicked her tongue. “I’ve watched historical documentaries where the archeologists referenced an ancient practice of venturing to a blue-and-yellow store to obtain—”
“The shade this one throws.” Derek frowned scornfully.
“I’m well aware.” Dylan grabbed his seltzer water.
“Longest story in the world.” She gave him a hurry up motion. “Can we move on from the context and the melodramatic pausing? Please? I’ll be as old as Dylan by the time you finish.”
“Alright, smartass.” He tugged Felicity’s bun. “The short answer is Blockbuster and bees.”