The lights in the theater dim as the previews for new movies begin rolling. I yawn. Previews always make me sleepy, especially since they take so dang long.
Sam nudges me. "Look, I know you're up past your bedtime and all, but I didn't pay for you to sleep, Benson."
I sigh and don't reply. Sam's been saving up for a couple of weeks to take Carly, herself, and me to the movies -- no particular reason, just "to show her appreciation." Or, at least, that's what she read off the cue card she made for herself when she gave Carly and me the news. Only Sam needs cue cards to do something nice...
About halfway through the film, Carly gets up to go to the bathroom. I would've, too, if I had just drunk an extra large cup of Peppy Cola. She runs off, leaving me and Sam to watch the movie without her cheerful commentary on the funniest scenes. On screen, David Schwimmer whispers something to his costar, who smoothly exits the room, then slams his knee on a nearby desk. The audience erupts in laughter, but I frown; that's happened to me before, and I got one gnarly bruise from it.
I reach into the bucket of popcorn resting by my side, thinking maybe the cure to public humiliation is hidden in a fluffy kernel of popped corn, but instead I touch someone else's hand. I gulp, but I don't take my hand away, and neither does Sam. I pull my eyes from the screen to look at her, and find that she is staring at me intently. The light from the movie screen casts a soft shadow over the left side of her face, and my mouth goes dry as she leans in closer. Oh, God, I think. What if Carly comes back?
But all of my muscles cease to respond, except for my racing heart, as she looks deep into my eyes and says, "Get your own popcorn."
And with that, she takes the popcorn (which actually was mine), turns back to the screen, and happily munches away. Great. Now I have no movie munchies. Maybe I could take some of Carly's candy...
Just as I lean over Sam to take Carly's box of Boo Boo Bees, she comes back from the bathroom and takes her seat, slapping my hand away as she does. I sit back and sigh. Sam must've noticed my frustration, because the next thing I know, there's a handful of popcorn in my empty soda cup.
Good thing the concession stand didn't give me ice.
Yadda yadda yadda. Another random oneshot. (: The actual title of this is "iThought...Oh, Never Mind" but the stupid site wouldn't allow the dots or dashes.
Anyway...
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