Source: oneword.com's word of the day a while ago
I leaned back against his shoulder. "Do you have any grape juice?"
He shrugged, shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth. His eyes did not leave the television.
I sighed, pushing myself off of the couch to find my own juice. I knew there would be some - Allan always had an endless supply. An endless supply of grape juice, an endless supply of popcorn, an endless supply of movies we both liked, and an endless supply of time to watch them with me, snuggled up on the couch.
I looked into the living room from the kitchen doorway, my plastic cup brimming with grape juice. His arm was across the back of the couch, waiting for me to come back and sit by him. Not for the first time it struck me how close he was to being my boyfriend. But he was not. Just my supplier.
I went back to the couch, leaning into him. His arm came down to rest on my shoulder and he offered me the popcorn bowl.