I would like to thank those who reviewed for this story o3o, they warm my ice cold heart.
And yeah, I know. The movies mentioned are already on DVD, but when I looked some movies up none of the ones in the genre I mentioned last chapter were in theaters :B
And I realized why I don't outline my stories. I hate it and yes. This story is totally being pulled out of my ass.
Note: This should have been up last last weekend but, I ACTUALLY had plans! O: Gasp!
Warnings: Typical OOCness, especially for Allen. He needs to be brought out of his bubble.
Edit: I re-read this chapter, I think my heart cried blood. D: If you review please tell me the mistakes I've made.
The date went pretty well. I picked him up on time but, when we got to the movie theater it took us a while to pick out which movie seemed good enough to watch. Allen just had to be a smart ass and say something about every choice.
Friday the 13th's remake was what I suggested first.
"All horror remakes suck. That's the unwritten law of movies Lavi." Allen commented, arms crossed and gray eyes looking up at an upcoming movie poster board.
"But-" I tried to argue, he wouldn't let me get a say in.
"Nope."
"Allen, let's just-"
"No."
"I've been dying to-"
"Being a broken record is annoying."
Fuck you Allen. Fuck. You.
Transformers 2 was apparently crappy from what everyone said, G.I. Joe didn't seem very interesting and, The Proposal was a comedy movie. Allen didn't want a comedy movie. It had to be some sort of thriller.
He's such a fucking boy.
I sighed, annoyance blossoming through my being. Running my fingers though my hair I suggested the only movie left, The Last House on the Left.
Allen thought for a moment, index finger lightly tapping a pale chin while he hummed. "The trailer did look interesting. I like the idea of a family killer their daughter's attackers."
I'm not sure if I should agree or think that's a little fucking creepy. "I heard that it's based on a true story." I quickly added my two cents in, pulling out 12 dollars to pay for the tickets.
"Oh is it? I'm betting our good 'ol friends in Hollywood fucked it up."
Oh shit, Allen cursed. I'm-such-a-saint Allen dropped the F-bomb. When did I step into a paradox?
I must have been gaping at Allen or something. He glared at me and asked rather harshly, "What?"
"You...you said fuck."
"No shit, Sherlock."
Oh! Be still my beating heart. "You did again! You cussed."
"I believe I did."
"But, you're a saint...sort of! You don't cuss." I said my arm crossing my chest, my body looking like I recoiled from a slap.
Allen looked annoyed at me. The junction between his eyebrows wrinkled; the edges of his pink lips hung low. "Look, is it that surprising? You're being repetitive again."
"Hey, babe. I'm sorry about that but-"
"Excuse me, sir." An impatience voice said. Man, what's with people interrupting me today? "But will you kindly pay for your ticket already? I have other people waiting." The boy said, the glare fitting horribly with his acne covered face.
"Right, sorry" I apologized but the dry uncaring tone in my voice clearly showed that I can care less. I have the spot covered boy the money which he in turn, gave me the tickets.
"Enjoy the movie, sir."
"Thank you." Fuck you too, under appreciated theater worker.
After the movie finished, both us agreed that the movie was one of the worst things we have ever seen. All that movie consisted of was rape and blood. I'd hate to say it but, some of the deaths made me chuckle while Allen just laughed without a care.
"I still can't get over how the father microwaved the guys head. His brain sounded like popcorn." Allen said shaking his head with a laugh.
"Allen! You're a terrible person! Laughing at something like that." I disproved, digging into my pocket looking for my car keys. They should have been in my left pocket, unless some magical force decided to be a bastard and move them.
Yeah, I'm talking to you God.
"Oh don't you give me that! I clearly remember you laughing when the lady was shot in the head through her eye and, brains spilled onto the shower tile." Allen said, showing that I am nothing but a goddamn hypocrite. Which, I fully admit to.
"Hey! Gray matter is always funny." Ha! Found those keys in my jacket's pocket. How the hell they got there I'll never know.
"Hmm...I hated the part with the mom fighting off that other guy. It was stupid." Allen said pulling his black zip up hoodie closer to him. Surprisingly he wasn't wearing something school boyish today. Just a simple red shirt, blue jeans, and red converse this time. It was amazing how much the temperature dropped when night hit.
"God, I know! He was pretty fucking stupid, running into the knife like that." I agreed with him, putting the key into the car door. The button on my key chain currently unavailable. When I opened my side of the door, I pressed the switch that was on the inner door so the rest of the car would unlock.
"Yeah, he kinda was. But, the part where his hand got caught in the garbage disposal was pretty awesome though." Allen said getting in from the passenger side and put on his seat belt.
"Despite all the ironic humor in that movie I found it pretty good." I commented putting on my own seat belt while starting the car.
"Seriously? That movie was nothing but rape and blood. Even if I did find humor in it, I thought it was pretty bad." He disagreed.
"...That movie was based on a true story!"
"Then dramatized by Hollywood!"
Well, Allen did have a point there.
The car ride continued on like that for a while. Both of us talking about movies that we liked and didn't like, book genres, and stuff like that. We were gradually getting to know each other better. "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls was playing in the background. Though the song clashed the happy air in the car, I started to sing along with it. It was one of my favorites.
"Hey, Lavi. Mind if I change the station." Allen asked his hand close the the dial.
"And why on Earth would you do that?" I asked keeping my eyes on the road. Who would want to change on the Goo Goo Dolls?
"Not a big fan of the Goo Goo Dolls."
Oh fuck no. "Allen, you're not human. I demand that you get the fuck out of my car. And no, I'm not going to stop for you." I said sounding completely serious. Part of me was.
"Really, Lavi." I can hear his eyes rolling from just the tone of his voice. "They're just a band. Besides, I'm more into bands like Nightwish, Within Temptation...Basshunter."
"I see you likey the foreign stuff."
"Yeah, almost anything expect rap...most rap anyway." His lounge clicked. I noticed lately when he said something that he didn't like his tongue would click. I think it's a habit that he didn't know he even did.
"Glad we can agree on something." I pulled up into his driveway. I feel a little sad, really. I didn't want my time with Allen to end. Yeah, there's school and (hopefully) some future dates. I just didn't want it to end now, it's nice feeling my heart flutter in my chest around Allen.
I heard the buckle of his seat belt click. "Thanks for a nice time Lavi." Allen said, smiling sweetly. I think I was pouting because Allen laughed and patted my head like I was some sort of dog. "Aw, don't make that face Lavi! We'll see each other tomorrow at school." He leaned forward and gave me a small peck on the lips. It wasn't very long, rather quick but, I can still feel the tingling sensation when he kissed me.
Allen hopped out of my car and made his way to the front door. I didn't leave until I was sure that Allen closed his front door behind him.
