Craig Tucker had decided that on this one Wednesday in particular he would go to the movies, as the tickets are half priced on Wednesday. He had conveniently arrived at the theater half an hour prior to the movie's scheduled beginning time, which gave him enough time to purchase snacks; a small popcorn, a medium blue raspberry icee, and nachos. Craig made his way up the steps to his assigned theater, found his seat, and plopped his butt onto it. 'Nothing will ruin this day,' he thought to himself, as the movie began. Or so he thought.
"Finally it's starting! I've been waiting here for over half an hour, all my popcorn is finished," shouted a voice behind him.
"Great, a talker," Craig mumbled to himself in annoyance.
About ten minutes past when Craig was once again disrupted from the movie when he heard, "Ugh I hate how movies don't just get straight to the point, you know? Like I'm ready for some action and blood already."
'Just breathe Tucker. Breathe.'
Thirty-five minutes into the movie, the voice rang again. "They could have done better with the effects in that part, it looks like shit to be completely honest."
Craig clenched his fists and tightened his jaw. 'I will not let this idiot ruin this movie for me, nope,' he thought.
A quarter of an hour past by with no further disruptions from the unknown voice. Craig breathed a sigh of relief as he slid down his chair and ate his nachos in silence.
"Fucking killer dude! Did you see that? Fucking christ, that was kickass!" a familiar voice bellowed from behind.
'That's it!' Craig decided. He swiftly turned around in his seat and without even thinking, let his mouth run free. "Listen you incompetent asshole, for the past fifty minutes I have been trying to watch a movie here, which has been quite difficult seeing as you don't know how to keep quiet for more than ten minutes at a time. Therefore, if you don't shut your fucking mouth right now I swear to -" Craig stopped mid sentence as he realized who was right before his very eyes.
There sat the one and only Kenny McCormick, appearing rather nonchalant. "I was waiting for you to turn around," he stated with a growing smirk plastered onto his face.
"What the hell are you doing here, McCormick!?" Craig asked angrily.
"To see you, of course. I have to say you look pretty cute when you're angry," Kenny replied, his smirk wider than ever.
Craig sat there frozen in place as Kenny eyed him up and down, biting his lips.
"How did you know I'd be here? Who told you?" Craig demanded to know.
"No one told me, I just know everything. Now how about you bring that cute little butt of yours over here and come sit on my lap, hm?"
Craig's eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the boy. 'Stupid fucking McCormick, always fucking ruining something.' He was soon diverted from his thoughts when a strong grip found its way around his waist.
"What the fuck, McCormick!" Craig screamed as Kenny pulled him from his seat and onto his lap.
"Shh, turn around and watch the movie," Kenny said as he hushed Craig. "I think you'll enjoy it better from this view." Another smirk made its way onto Kenny's face.
"Fine. Only if you shut your stupid mouth for the rest of the movie," Craig replied irritably as he shifted in Kenny's lap to face the screen.
"Anything for you, babe."
Kenny kissed the top of Craig's head and pulled him closer to his chest, nuzzling his neck.
"Asshole."