Apparently not too many people were interested in watching Keanu Reeves that night. Weekdays, that was the problem. People liked to stay home and bond with their families on weeknights. Be normal, domesticated people. Not run around watching movies. Then again, it wasn't even a proper action flick. It was a romantic comedy. Milo was forcing Chloe to watch a romantic comedy, when everyone in the free world knew Chloe only liked to watch romantic comedies by herself. Not with a date.

What moron had cast Keanu Reeves as the male lead of a romantic comedy?

"Did they sit in the middle on purpose?" Sariah whispered. She held Morris' hand tight as they slipped into the theatre. The lack of Keanu fans made people searching easy. An elderly couple, a few teenage girls who probably should be at home with school work, and Milo and Chloe, dead center, chatting and munching on popcorn. Clearly she had not yet tasted her drink.

Milo seemed to be of more interest to her.

"Ouch." Sariah pulled her hand away. He had squeezed it much too tight.

"Sorry," he murmured.

Milo glanced up, a mere one-second glance, before returning his gaze to Chloe. That one-second glance was not a happy one.

Ooh, was Milo feeling a little jealousy?

The theatre was stadium seating. Morris studied the arrangement, trying to decide what position would be the best, strategically. With this type of seating, he could get a good aim from anywhere. After all, it would be a little much to sit directly behind them. As tempting as it was.

He could still smell Chloe's perfume.

"Four rows behind," Sariah said matter-of-factly.

"Huh?"

"I've tossed popcorn plenty of times. Four rows is best if you're feeling risky."

He rolled his eyes. "I much appreciate that add-on."

"You're welcome."

Chloe seemed to forcing all her attention on Milo. What in the world did they have to talk about?

He tried not to watch her as he climbed the steps to the row Sariah had decreed: four rows back. Dead center.

Milo shot another nasty glare-of-death.

Yes, that was definitely jealousy. Morris knew jealousy when he saw it. Or maybe he was overreacting and it wasn't jealousy. But the drowned rat was threatened. But why should he be threatened? They were simply two couples in the same theatre. And it just happened that Milo was dating Morris' ex-wife.

Chloe's precious trailers started. Oh, how she loved the trailers. Of course she did. Everyone knew they were the best part of the movie-going experience. Trailers only showed the good parts of movies—therefore, they were more entertaining. The real movies always had boring parts.

Sariah tossed a kernel of popcorn into her mouth.

There was another reason he had purchased popcorn. Morris took a piece and ate it. Buttery, not too much salt but enough to give it the correct zing. Zing was a word with multiple meanings.

The trailers ended. Opening credits began. It was some Lilith Fair girl from the 90's. Who wrote these things? He would have taken Chloe to see something with lots of explosions and absolutely no plot. Now that was romance.

Sariah grinned at him and tossed the first fluffy bit of popcorn. It arced gracefully over the next few rows and hit Chloe in the back of the head. Not enough to make her notice anything, of course, but that was half the time.

Morris suppressed a laugh and aimed. His hit Milo in the neck, then bounced onto Chloe.

He thought he saw Chloe twitch, then tossed another.

She was much too still to not have noticed by now.

Sariah giggled and tossed one at Milo. It sailed over his head and presumably onto his lap. He looked up in confusion, as if the popcorn had fallen from the sky. But only for a second.

Then he turned around.

Morris stared at the screen and refrained from eating popcorn. He was pretty decent at acting innocent.

Finally, after a third glare (the boy was very good at glaring) he turned back around—placing his arm precariously around Chloe's shoulders.

She didn't exactly melt into the embrace.

Morris took a deep breath, then tossed a whole handful of popcorn.

And something inside of Chloe snapped. Morris felt a stab of fear. Evil Chloe was not good.

However, this was going to be very interesting.

She shoved Milo's arm away. He stared up at her, surprise written all over his face.

Morris watched with mild amusement.

"Is this bad?" Sariah asked.

He heard himself laugh.

Yes, it was Evil Chloe. At least she didn't leap over the seats. Instead, with great dignity, she walked all the way out, up the steps, and into their row.

She was wielding her drink cup.

"Chloe," he said sweetly, with surprise. "Aren't you enjoying the film?"

Her nose twitched. Sometimes it did that when she was angry. Really angry. Then, without a word, she pulled the lid from her drink and dumped the freezing, salty contents all over his lap.

With a yell he leaped up. "What was that for?"

Everyone was staring. Which Chloe was quick to point out. "Outside. Now."

"This suit cost…"

"I could care less. Outside. Now."

Sariah put on her best damsel-in-distress face. She was no help.

Well, at least he had Chloe on her own.

She didn't say another word until they were outside the theatre. Ice and pop still covered him. She tossed her cup into the trash, then turned to him. "I don't think the salt does much for that drink, do you?"

He shrugged. "Actually, I thought that was your boyfriend's drink."

"He's not my boyfriend," she snapped. Too quickly. His heart suddenly quickened. "Cute, Morris. Really mature."

"I thought so, too. But didn't the drowned rat buy you a new drink?"

He wasn't sure, but it seemed there was a twist of a smile on her pretty little mouth. "I didn't tell him. I'm not stupid enough to realize you weren't going to follow me in there."

He smiled. "You know me very well, don't you?"

"Too well." All sign of a smile was gone. "Knock it off with the popcorn, you and your buddy."

"She's my fiancé."

"No, she isn't, you moron. You're not engaged."

He shrugged again. "How do you know?"

"Because I like to think you would tell me if you proposed marriage to another woman." She took a deep breath, right through her teeth. "No more popcorn throwing, okay?"

"But we weren't throwing popcorn!"

Her nose twitched again. It was so cute, he could hardly stand it. He hadn't been this close to her, just the two of them, in so long. For crying out loud, didn't she get it? "Morris, it's bad enough that you would follow me on a date, but don't like about it, at least! That's… that's it…" She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "Sometimes I can't stand you."

He couldn't help it. His hand reached out and grabbed hers. Without free will. "And the rest of the time?"

She yanked her hand back. "Morris, why do you always do this? Can't you just say what you are thinking?"

"I said that I was not thinking about throwing popcorn."

She shot him a final glare and headed back to the doors. "Is it so hard for you to just say a simple "I still love you"?"

Huh? The doors swung shut, and Morris found himself by himself in the hall while a kid walked by with a carpet sweeper.

What had she just said?

I still love you?

Technically, that had been a demand for him to say it. But why?

He suddenly felt very light-headed. It wasn't a feeling he liked. Though this particular time, it wasn't so bad.

Except he was still covered in Coke. The neon sign for the bathrooms was conveniently bright.

Coke did not come out easily, Morris quickly discovered. Besides, Chloe had dumped it in a very inconvenient and most awkward spot. How like her.

The door opened behind him. "Morris!"

He turned.

It was Milo. Looking furious.