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"Good evening ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Oscars, and the quest to make Tommy Le Jones laugh begins now! " Seth McFarlane says, center stage at the 2013 Oscars. Laughter echos through the stadium, everyone seems to be in a good mood.
Tim leaned in close and whispered in my ear " here we go again " he said in a very monotone voice,I could see the humor, even though know one else could. I looked up at him and said " Now Mr, Burton its the Oscars, the least you could do is smile" I said this in a extremely over exaggerated manner that made Tim role his eyes, he turned to me gave me a fake smile and then quickly kissed me on the lips. I heard a few people laughing from the row behind us. People always laugh at us, I couldn't tell if it was because they thought we were funny or if it was one of those "Oh my god there so weird!" laughs, probably a mix of both, it never really bothered me but it did bother tim, he pulled away quickly.
Tim is sitting on my left, his hurt shoulder on the opposite side of me, I think he did this purposely. I tend to be a nervous slapper, I cant even explain the fear in his eyes when he sees me starting to get exited, I swear he backs up at least ten feet!
I was shook back into reality when I noticed that Tim was starring at me. He did this allot. I liked it, but I couldn't let him know that. So I looked at him disapprovingly "there is someone performing on stage" I smirked, he looked baffled by this. " Oh right..sorry, its just...that..you know..he is singing about celebrity ..you know...boobs, and i just thought that he was ganna sing about yours...so" I started blushing when I noticed him checking me out. When the song ended I have to admit that I was a little disappointed that Seth didn't sing about my boobs, tim noticed this and put his hand on my thigh and said in a very low voice "I would have sang about your boobs" I smiled and giggled which made tim laugh, his hand landed on my thigh, his thumb moving up and down feeling the fabric of my dress.
Melissa McCarthy and Paul Rudd went on stage to present the best animated movie. He looked at me "this is it" I grabbed his hand and put my chin on his shoulder (his good shoulder) and looked at him.
"And the best animated movie goes to...Brave!"
uhhhh shit I thought, Tim was obviously upset but he was trying to hide it. I grabbed his chin and puled his face close to mine, and whispered "And the best animated movie goes to Frankinweenie."