Brennan laughed at me before he motioned to the screen "This is a good movie and all but why does it take so long for them to get together?"

"What do you mean?"

"Surely if you wanted something so badly then you would just take it?" Brennan questioned, his tone teasing as he sent a secretive look in my direction.

"Is this your first romance film?" I asked before explaining "The movie would only be about twenty minutes if that was the case. There would be no angst or suspense. No build up. Every great romance has a few obstacles in the way."

"Like what?" Brennan questioned, sounding unconvinced and that was probably due to his and Lana's instant connection.

It was not me who answered him.

"Like a blonde prick." A deep voice grumbled.

"Exactly." I nodded at Stone's suggestion while agreeing "Usually something like that."

Looking back up the screen, I saw the older version of the movie couple. I did not feel any tears come. That was probably because of my constant audience which consisted of a pair of dark eyes.

"This place has suddenly got a depressing atmosphere." I voiced aloud while looking around at the many cars parked.

Brennan nodded while looking bored "Maybe we should blast some music to lighten up the mood"

I didn't think the two others were watching when I winked at Lana and mouthed "They have been talking to Chase."

She laughed but I could not hear it over the dark rumbling noise coming from the large chest next to me.

"Why would we talk to that asshole?" Brennan questioned with a scoff.

I did not answer. I was too busy watching a veiny muscle-filled arm as it moved behind me and rested there.

Lana spoke up "We should tell them about what he said at the party. About The Playing Theory."

Brennan looked between the two of us, confused "What is this Playing Theory?"

"Chase said to us he had this theory about how he would sleep with a girl. He said he would guess what music a girl would like then he would use it to get her in the mood."

"It has to be one of the stupidest things I've ever heard." I added to Lana's words.

"Fuck." Stone's darkened gaze shot to me as he gnarled "Did he try that on you?"

"He doesn't know what music I like." I honestly said "Plus, I think he was just trying to show off to his friend. I don't think he has ever tried it."

The defined rugged jaw ticked as Stone grew deadly quiet.

Sending a smile my way, Lana joked "So you are telling me that if a boy played some song from an emo band like Nirvana that your underwear would not just melt off?"

I thought about it for a second, ignoring the obsidian orbs drilling into the side of my face.