It's quiet in my dorm building. The room I'm in is empty of all but a couch, a television set, and me. I'm in the rec room wearing baggy clothes and leaning against the wall, slurping chicken soup and tapping my foot in impatience. It's movie night, the one night a week when my two best friends (one with benefits) and I get together, no matter what we're doing, and watch a movie. Usually it's of someone else's choice, because I like to be surprised.

Where the hell are they? Can't they just *get* here, already?

"They" show up, wearing identical mulish expressions. The one on my boyfriend is real; the one on Devin, my best friend, is mocking and exaggerated. They melt my heart, these boys. My boy is the shorter of the two; his big eyes are squinted up in an effort to stay mad, when what he really wants to do is laugh at Devin and then smack him upside the head. Devin's taller, clownish-looking, and he's the nicest man in the world. I've had a horrible day, but these guys make me feel better just by being there. They're like honey going down my throat, trickling warm and sweet to settle in my heart.

"Wadja get?" I ask. My boyfriend's scowl deepens. "He got an *Elijah Wood* movie," he sneers.

I squeal in delight and launch myself at Devin, who's got the movie behind his back. I'm scrabbling for the tape with both hands, because if I have a weakness, it's Elijah Wood. Devin laughs, and holds the movie above my head. He's tall enough that I can't reach it.

"Your boy doesn't want to watch the movie. Movie night's gotta be unanimous; I need his permission first," he teases.

"Then why'd you rent it, you jerk?" My boyfriend explodes, but he already knows the answer: me. I put my arms around him and start whispering in his ear exactly how happy it would make me if I could watch this movie, and exactly how I'd repay him. He smiles and puts his hands on my waist, catching my lips with his in the middle of a particularly lascivious suggestion. I forget about the movie for a little while, because wanna know what else in the world is like honey? My boy's kisses. There is nothing sweeter in the world than his mouth on mine.

While he and I are busy, Devin goes to the VCR and pops the tape in. Which reminds me: "What movie is it?" He grimaces. I know because he takes his mouth away from mine to answer, and I can feel his expression on my skin. I can feel his check up against mine, and it makes me so happy, just for us to exist together.

"Chain of Fools" he answers. I try to cheer, but he kisses me before I can make a sound. My hands, in the middle of flailing for joy, have settled around his shoulders. I forget about the movie again, which I'm sure was his plan, but I don't care because my boy tastes particularly nice tonight. He's a smoker, but today he just tastes like spices. I wonder if he chewed on a bag of potpourri before he came over, because he also smells really nice.

"Movie's in," Devin calls to us, and I half drag my boy over to the couch, keeping our mouths pressed together. Turns out this is a mistake, because in my efforts to get him to sit down, we both topple over the arm of the couch and onto Devin. He screeches at us until we get off, and we arrange ourselves on the couch in a little row. My boy looks at me.

"What's this fixation with Elijah Wood as Movie Star anyway?" He asks me. He's being serious, which is a bad sign. I'd better cheer him up.

I put my wrist up to my forehead. "He's just so dreamy," I gush dramatically. "I want him to ask me out on a date."

"Me too," says Devin, who's sitting on the other side of me. He's only half joking.

"I want to wear his pin," I go on, ingénue that I am.

"We can take long walks on the beach," Devon says.

"Drink a milkshake with two straws."

"Hold hands in the Quad . . ."

"And kiss -" I say, and Devin finishes with me "- in front of *everybody*." We sigh longingly and gaze at the television screen. My boyfriend cracks up at our Sandra Dee impressions, and he relents. The movie starts, and he settles down with his arms around me and his lips resting against my collarbone. As we watch, the credits roll.

My boyfriend starts kissing my neck, which feels wonderful, but he's interrupted when the name "Elijah Wood" appears on the screen, and Devin and I both squeee in unison. It's a big jolt after the silence of the last few moments, and my boy winces at our display of giggly fandom. The irony of the situation finally gets to him, and he gets up, muttering something about making some popcorn. I grab his arm and pull him back onto the couch, looking into his blue eyes and ignoring the movie for now.

"What is it?" I ask him. "I'm sure the movie's fine, Lij."

"It's not that. The movie *is* fine, it's just weird seeing how much you like the guy on the screen. It's creepy."

"It's you," I argue, but I know what he means. "Tell you what, next week we'll rent 'Goonies', how's that sound?" Apparently he knows one of the kids from the movie. Wild, right?

Lij smiles in agreement, his eyes crinkling up and making the blue of them even more hypnotic. I will never get over those eyes, or how they draw me in. It's like he has a neon sign strapped to his face, the way those eyes make everyone look at him. I could get lost in those eyes and like it. I could wade around in them forever, swim in them and the expressions they make, and it would be the most wonderful thing in the world. I think sometimes that I've already fallen into his eyes and don't know it, because everything in the world is tinted blue when he's around.

Boy closes his eyes then, and I look away. He rests his chin on my shoulder, breathing into my hair. I turn when Devin giggles at something in the movie that I missed, and I sit back and start watching.