Did you hit your head when you fell from that shooting star?

“You know, this isn’t a bad song.”

My boyfriend’s step faltered. “What did you just say?”

I did an unsteady tap step. “This song – it’s alright.”

He held the door open, eyeing me suspiciously, as we exited into the bright sunshine. “That’s what I thought you said. Kat, you hate this song.”

I shrugged. “It just took me a little while to get used to it – “tell me, did you sail across the sun...””

Scott fumbled for his keys, a pained expression on his face. “Yes – I know how it goes.”

I titled my head to the side. “Is liking Drops of Jupiter worse than liking those Nickleback songs?” I asked.

“It’s a little less comprehensible given that you’ve hated it for years.”

I bit my lip. “I know. It’s just there was this fanvid...”

Scott smirked.

“It was really good,” I insisted. “I didn’t realize how perfectly that song fits Mickey’s relationship with Rose.”

He smirked some more.

“It really was perfect.” I insisted. “And at least I haven’t downloaded the song.”

“Yet.”

There was no point in denying it. “Yet,” I agreed.