Aaron didn't agree with the movie choice. He never did, actually, when it was with George. But the part of her that was stubborn was the part of her that won every time, and he was okay with that. So long as he got those times to himself when he could watch what he wanted, read if he wanted, eat what he wanted. Currently the teen had himself seated on the couch in his living room, messing around with some settings on the TV before he would actually play the movie.
Aaron had one knee tucked to his chest, and was at least a foot away from the girl next to him. She never was one for fluffy cuddly couple-y things and again, Aaron was okay with that. He popped a couple pieces of popcorn into his mouth, shifting somewhat awkwardly in his seat, as he finally pressed play on the movie, some horror flick that he didn't bother checking the name of.