Casablanca was Bea’s favorite film. She still wasn’t sure why she’d been so willing to sit and watch it with Brandon, since he’d said he wasn’t a fan of love stories, and though Bea always viewed the movie as a little different than the usual fare, she wasn’t above admitting that it was a love story.
She knew she was a little twitchier than usual too, which hadn’t helped. Actually, she would have been a little relieved if Brandon had ditched the movie plans in favor of drinking on St. Patrick’s. Not because she didn’t want to spend time with him, but because the more she thought about it the more complicated her thinking became, and she didn’t like that. But steadily (thank fuck) she’d grown more relaxed, and yeah, even a little surprised at the perceptiveness that Brandon displayed.
Though she’d never quite bought into the assumption that he was body without a brain, she knew a part of her had never thought he was an Einstein, but then neither was she. So it hadn't bothered her. He'd proven in the time that she knew him that he had a brain at least, which counted for a lot when so many people really were fucking idiots.
“Yeah,” she confirmed with a nod, “everyone focuses on the love story, but it’s so much more than that. It has these layers of things that you end up paying attention to and getting invested in.” and maybe it was the realist in her, but she had always liked the way the romance ended in the movie. It wasn’t completely happy, but it was fucking real, and demonstrated what Bea believed relationships were like. Lots of heartache rolled into something that’s parading as a good thing.
But even if she didn’t believe in a happy ending, it had never stopped her from watching the films she loved. Sabrina was another she couldn’t help but love.
“I wanted to be Ilsa so badly when I was twelve,” she admitted, feeling a little stupid as soon as the words left her mouth. But hell, she hadn’t always been a pessimist, and twelve year old Bea had thought that being someone else, even for a day, would be the best thing ever. “Or maybe I just wanted the fucking adventure. Her life seemed so fucking exciting compared to mine,” she added with a shrug of her shoulder.