'Oh, Nate! I'm so excited to see this movie! Mitchie said it was really great and Channing Tatum looks really- Nate?' Caitlyn stopped mid-sentence and looked around. Caitlyn grumbled an annoyed complaint and stomped out of the theatre to find Nate at the doors. 'NATHAN!' Caitlyn barked.
'But, Caity…' Nate whined.
Caitlyn gave Nate a stern look before he sighed and stomped over to Caitlyn like a submissive 5 year old.
'You're evil, just so you know,' Nate muttered.
'And your incredibly childish, just so you know,' Caitlyn smirked taking Nate's free hand. 'Perfect, the top row is still empty!'
As Nate and Caitlyn climbed the theatre stairs to the top row, Caitlyn's favourite spot, Nate ducked his head down, avoiding the half full theatre of teenage girls. The last thing he needed was to be attacked by fans and be forced to watch Dear John with them all.
Once Caitlyn chose her seat, Nate sat down. He quickly began stuffing his face with popcorn, hoping the junk food supply would be enough to help him survive the horrible chick flick.
The lights dimmed and Caitlyn squealed, 'It's starting!'
As the credits began to roll Caitlyn was jolted awake. She had fallen asleep 40 minutes into the movie when John left for war. Caitlyn looked around at Nate who was sniffling and stifling a few tears.
'Natey, are you crying?' Caitlyn teased.
'No!'
'You sure?'
'Uh huh! It was just a sad movie…'
'Alright, Nate, whatever you say…'
Caitlyn laughed at how much the rolls had changed since the beginning of the movie.
Nate was driving Caitlyn home from the movies when he turned to her abruptly.
'You better not tell Shane about this!' Nate warned
'Don't worry, sweetie, I wont!' Caitlyn smiled, placing her hand over Nate's.
When Nate directed his gaze back to the road Caitlyn pulled out her cell, ready to text Mitchie about what had happened.
I never said anything about Mitchie, though….