Tuesday, December 23, 2014 - Two Days Until Christmas
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Shannon, Andrea, Lightning, Sally, Doc, and I decided to go to see a Christmas movie that was playing in the small Jackson movie theater. We were seeing "The Polar Express", and though I wanted to skip that and see "Mockingjay - Part One" again, Andrea wouldn't let me. She wanted me to see the Christmas because, after all, "It's Christmas!"
"What snacks do you guys want?" Lightning asked as we neared the concession stand.
"I'm good," I said, deciding to not mention I had a Kit Kat in my pocket. People weren't supposed to bring their own food into the theater, but that Kit Kat had been screaming my name when I left the house... "Kelly! Kelly! Don't forget me! Eat me! Eat me!"
Stop looking at me like that! And stop laughing! It's not polite to make fun of people.
Anyway, as I was saying, Lightning bought snacks (half of which I knew would be consumed by him), and we walked towards the theater the Polar Express was playing in. I stared wistfully at the "Mockingjay- Part One" poster. Sure, I had already seen it twice, but still.
We entered the theaters as the commercials started playing. The first trailer was... I don't even want to know. The second, though, was a trailer for Insurgent, the second movie in the Divergent trilogy, which was another one of my favorite book/movie series. I started squealing quietly until Doc looked at me concernedly.
"Are you alright?" he asked, honestly worried. My face went red, and I cleared my throat as I shut up.
"I'm fine, just fangirling," I replied. Doc chuckled and sat back in his seat, looking back at the screen as one of the more violent parts, when Tris was trying to kill Eric.
"Woah, you want to see this movie?" Doc asked me, flabbergasted. Somewhat sheepishly, I nodded. "Now why would you want to see this?"
"Because for the most part, it's really cool!" I protested quietly as, if on cue, that one Erudite nearly killed Peter. Doc just raised an eyebrow. I sighed and turned my attention back to the screen. "Let's discuss this later..."
We settled back in our seats, waiting for the Polar Express to start. After the Insurgent trailer, another trailer for a movie called "Zombie Chickens Attack" came on, and there was a scream of, "OMG, I love that movie!"
"Shhh!" Everyone turned to look at the squealer, a Goth-looking teenage girl in the back row.
"Shut up yourselves!" she retorted loudly. "I'm trying to watch this!"
I turned to Doc. "Now do you think my taste in movies are inappropriate?"
"I never said they were, just that that one doesn't look very appealing," Doc tried to explain himself. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, sure."
"I didn't once say that I disapprove of your taste in movies."
"You might as well have."
"I -"
"Shhh!" everyone in the theater shushed us. I hadn't realized that in my eagerness to defend me and my fandoms, I had been raising my voice. I blushed furiously.
"Sorry," I whispered, sinking down in my seat. Doc chuckled again. "It was half your fault, old man."
"Are you trying to get on the Naughty List?"
"Oh, shut up."
We made it through the rest of the commercials without any more disruptions, but it was after the movie started when the crazy picked back up. As the Polar Express came to pick up the kid - I don't know his name - is it even mentioned during the film? - some little boy behind me started kicking the back of my chair. After enduring a minute of this, I turned around and politely whispered, "Could you please stop doing that?"
"It wasn't me," the kid insisted, grinning. He must have been about five, and his mother was sitting right next to him, but she was too engrossed in the movie to notice my predicament.
"Well, whomever it was, tell them to please stop," I requested as I turned to face the screen again. Ten seconds, the kid was back at it, giggling in glee. I sighed and turned back as he withdrew his legs from the back of my chair. "Please stop that."
The kid shook his head, giggling loudly. Several people shushed him, but he paid them no attention. "Wasn't me."
I glared at him and turned away, hoping his mother would get a grip on him. Five seconds later, I was jolted in my seat by the force of the kid's kick. Jeez, he was annoyingly strong. I closed my eyes in frustration as he kicked my chair again. Keep it together, Kelly, keep it together...
BANG!
"Heck with keeping together," I thought as I whipped around. "For the last time, please stop doing that," I hissed.
"It wasn't me!" the kid giggled again. I glowered.
"If you do that again, you'll end up on Santa's naughty list. Forever."
The kid's eye grew as wide as saucers and he tucked his feet in. The mom, who had finally noticed, glared at me. I raised my eyebrows at her and turned back to find Doc giving me a disapproving look. "What? He lies, I lie. It's the circle of equality."
Before Doc could respond to my twisted philosophy, I settled back in my chair to relax and continue watching the movie. Now the kid was on the roof of the train with the ghost guy. I heard a slight rustling from behind me, but I ignored it. Big mistake. All of a sudden, I felt something pulling my hood back and something cold slid down my shirt. I yelped loudly and twisted around to see the kid getting back in his seat. I wildly groped around in my hoodie and grabbed something cold and hard that was melting fast. The kid had dropped an ice cube down my shirt! Why, that little -
"What know?" Doc groaned. I showed him the melting ice cube in my hand, and he looked surprised. "Where did that come from?"
"That kid from behind us," I said, gesturing to him by jerking me head in his direction, "dropped it down my shirt."
Doc's mouth fell open slightly, incredulous. "I'll have a talk with his mother after the movie," he assured me. I nodded and after tossing the ice cube on the ground (the theater had a carpeted floor, so no one would slip), settled back to try to watch the movie, but I was fuming at the nerve and rudeness of that kid. What, was he raised in a barn?
On the screen, the conductor was strapping the boy and girl down on the front of the train as they approached Glacier Gulch, speeding along dangerously fast. My mouth dropped open as the wild ride started. That... Looked... AWESOME! I love roller coasters. Once, last summer, I had been at a race with Lightning and Doc, and there was an amusement park near the racing stadium. After the race, Doc had taken me to the park for the rest of the afternoon. I had went on about six roller coasters, and had the time of my life. It could have been improved with the company of a few more of my friends, but it had been a fun father/daughter day for Doc and me. Or, well, me. I learned on the fourth ride with Doc that he was not at all fond of roller coasters.
"That looks awesome," Shannon whispered to me as the train zipped down the track, the three people on it's front screaming wildly.
"I know, right?" I said as someone pulled at my hair. "Ouch!"
"What is it?" Shannon hissed to me, not taking her eyes off the screen as I turned around to face the kid, clutching the area of hair he had just yanked. He shrugged, grinning, and I turned away.
"The little kid behind me is being super annoying. He dropped a stinkin' ice cube down my shirt."
Shannon tore her eyes away from the screen to stare at me in disbelief. "He what?"
"He dropped. An ice cube. Down. My. Shirt," I hissed from between my teeth.
"That's incredibly... Awkward. Rude. Weird."
"You're telling me."
I tried to watch the rest of the movie in peace, but I was on my guard for that kid. Throughout the course of the movie, up until the three kids in the movie got lost in Santa's Workshop (more like factory...), the kid poked me, pulled my hair, flicked popcorn and M&Ms at me, and blew on me. Yeah, he'd lean over and blow into my ear. His breath was annoying hot and smelled of... I don't even know what it was. Something unpleasant. The kid's mom seriously had to get a grip on him.
I finally sighed, struggling not to lose it as the kid poked me again, this time getting dangerously close to my ear. If that kid's sticky little finger got inside my ear, I was going to go insane.
"I'm moving," I informed Doc as I stood up, bending down as to not block other people's views, and walked around him to a seat two down from Doc's. Now that kid would never get to me. Finally... To celebrate, I reached into my pocket and brought out my Kit Kat, which I hadn't unwrapped yet, due to my distraction with that kid. The candy was slightly melted from my body heat, but I didn't care. It still tasted fine.
I was chomping down on the Kit Kat as the boy rang the bell by his ear and finally heard it. About time...
I heard a disturbance from behind me, and I growled. Was that kid seriously getting up just to annoy me? I heard his mother finally take some sort of notice of her kid. "Honey, what are you - "
The next thing I knew, something sticky, wet, and liquidy was being poured all over me! I shrieked as a few people gasped and the kid burst out laughing - he had dumped his mother's drink on me! EW, WAS THERE STRANGER SPIT IN THIS?
As Doc jumped up, giving an incredulous shout, I whipped the drink from my burning eyes and glared daggers at the grinning kid. "What the heck?" I shouted as my friends rushed to my aid.
"He was just trying to be funny!" his mother protested as she came and scooped up her devil child.
"Funny? How could anyone think that dumping Coke all over an innocent teenage girl is funny?" Sally protested, sounding like she couldn't believe that the lady was defending her naughty little kid.
"He's just five, he doesn't know any better!"
"He should! Did anyone in this theater not know when they were five that dumping stuff over a random stranger was rude?" Lightning called into the theater.
"No," a few people called back.
"Shut up!" someone else replied, throwing an empty popcorn box at us. It missed and hit the theater usher in the head as she came in the inspect the source of the noise.
"What's - Honey, what happened to you?" the lady asked, her mouth hanging open as she noticed me, dripping wet with Coke. For an answer, everyone in my party pointed at the little kid.
"My child accidentally spilled my Coke over this girl," the lady protested, but Doc interrupted.
"It wasn't accident, he's been tormenting her through the whole movie!" he protested, and the mother glared at him.
"My Joshua would never do that! He's the sweetest little boy ever invented," she cooed.
"Hey! My momma told me I was da sweetes wittle boy!" a young voice cried out indignantly amid chuckles.
"You are, honey, trust me," I called back, glaring at this 'Joshua'.
"Here, let's get you cleaned up," the usher said, turning around and heading out of the theater, obviously meaning for me to follow her. I flicked a bit of the Coke on my hand at that wretched Joshua and walked after the usher.
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Back home that night, Doc and I, all cleaned up, sat on the couch and watched A Christmas Carol, all by ourselves with no Joshuas to interrupt.
"That was quite the movie experience," I commented to Doc, talking about our earlier attempt at watching a holiday movie.
"Yeah," Doc grunted. "I dunno how the heck that woman raised her child. At least I know now that I myself did a pretty good job."
I snorted. "You think you did all the work? No, I did all the work, you just paid the bills."
Doc laughed. "I disagree. You were a real hand full."
"But was I worth it?" I asked, half joking, half serious. I didn't want to have been a burden to Doc...
"Of course you were," Doc assured me, wrapping an arm around me.
"You sure?"
"Very."
"One hundred percent sure?"
"A hundred and ten percent."
"Are you positive?"
"What, do you want me to say that you were annoying?"
"No..."
"Then why are you questioning my answer?"
"I'm a troublemaker, that's why," I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder. Doc laughed as he agreed with me. We watched most of the rest of the movie in silence, until...
BANG!
Something knocked into the back of the sofa by where I was sitting. I yelped and jumped up, remembering Joshua. Doc started to roar with laughter as I figured out that it had only been Doc messing with me. "Doc! Not funny!" I laughed convincingly as I sat back down, playfully shoving Doc. He shoved me back, and we laughed before we finally settled back down to finish the movie.
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FINALLY! I finished a chapter before eleven o'clock! :D :D :D Maybe I'll edit... But I'm tired, so I'll just do it tomorrow. Maybe.
ANYWAY, I also finally got to see Frozen today! Great movie... I noticed John Lasseter had something to do with it, although I can't remember what. I'm considering making a Frozen fanfiction. I'm also considering a Lab Rats one (funny story: I actually met the star of that show, Kelli Berglund, the girl I'm choosing to play Kelly in my imaginary Different movie). I get so many ideas... If only I had the time.
I hope you guys liked this filler chapter! Sorry that it was just that - a filler, but tomorrow's Christmas Eve, and there's bound to be a great chapter there! Can't believe it's already almost Christmas...
Reviews never fail to make me happy. :)
Thanks for reading!
Kitty