After a long day of dancing, nothing sounded better to four friends than a night of movies and popcorn

This one isn't very well written; I just wanted to give Seaweed some embarrassment for a change. I think I've humiliated Link enough.

And thanks to everyone who reviewed, favourite, alerted, ect.

I love these drabbles, they're so fun to write, and I don't think I'll stop.

After a long day of dancing, nothing sounded better to four friends than a night of movies and popcorn.

"Sure little cracker won't get scared by the scary movie?" Seaweed said in a mocking voice, his arm around Penny.

Link snorted.

"That was once. Once!"

"Well you'll be sorry when you end up hiding behind Tracy like last time."

"Maybe you'll get scared."

Seaweed started laughing.

"Not likely."

Thirty minutes into the movie, Penny was on the edge of her seat, an evil grin on her face.

"Seaweed, isn't this gross? Don't you love it?"

Suddenly, Link began to giggle; pointing at the floor, for Seaweed was hiding behind the back of his seat.

"Too scary, Stubbs? Want to see that Marilyn Monroe romance instead? "

"No, no way!" said Seaweed, too quickly, "I was…err….looking for my shoe. I lost it."

Seaweed quickly regained his laid back swagger and leant back in his seat.

However, about an hour later, Link felt something grab him around the middle.

"Trace? If you wanna see something else…"

But as Link glanced down, he saw that it was not Tracy hugging his waist.

The dark boy was rocking backwards and forwards, burying his face into Link's sweater.

"Don't go into the house!" he shrieked, "It's in there! IT'S IN THERE!"

Seaweed suddenly realised what he was doing, and sat up frantically, blushing.

After a few shushes from fellow audience members, Link turned to look at him, smirking.

"So, how does Marilyn sound?"

Seaweed grumbled something under his breath as he stomped out of the cinema.