Okay, we got five reviews! I think I'm going to use this method for each chapter! Well...maybe like...three reviews. Anyway, on to the chapter!
"Danny, please, can we see that movie?" Star asked. I refused. She pleaded. I refused. She almost begged. I relented.
"Fine," I replied. We walked up to get the tickets and received them, free of charge. Why? I don't know. But anyway, we got our popcorn and drinks and went into the theater. It was almost a full house, so I'm assuming it's going to be a good move.
"There are some seats," I said, pointing to the top middle. We sat down and relaxed, nobody noticed us. The previews started.
"Welcome to AMC first look."
I tuned out most of the previews, save for a couple sci-fi movies. The movie had begun when someone's cell phone started ringing.
"Hey...nah...I'm at the movies...no, I can talk...yeah..."
"Hey, uh, can you shut that off?"
"Hey, can you SHUT UP!?"
"That was rude, I'm just asking for you to turn it off!"
"LET'S GO! RIGHT HERE!"
"No, I- UH!"
The cellphone guy kicked the nice guy in the gut. I was about to intervene when someone got there before I did.
"Hey, leave him alone, jackass!"
Cellphone guy turned around and someone threw their drink in his face. Nice guy ran off, leaving soda and cellphone guy to duke it out. People cowered away, and some left the theater. Cellphone guy swung at soda guy, knocking him down. Soda guy, still on the floor, kicked cellphone guy in the stomach. They both had horrible fighting styles, easily taken down, but cellphone guy had the advantage because of his larger stature.
"Come on, get up! Who do you think you are, Danny Phantom?" Cellphone guy bellowed.
"No, but he is," Soda guy said pointing behind his shoulder. I raised an eyebrow questionably, but Cellphone guy fell for it. He turned around, allowing Soda guy to jump on his back, effectively tipping him over. Cellphone guy went down face-first, and was knocked out cold.
"AND THE WINNER OF UFC IS...CHRIS WIIIIILSON!" Soda guy exclaimed. People started cheering for him, including Star and I. I took this time to get a good description. He was a lanky guy, my age, who was wearing black jeans, grey sneakers, and a red t-shirt. We went over to him to congratulate him. He recognized me.
"O-oh my God...Danny Phantom, hero of Amity Park, is saying I'M brave?" He questioned disbelievingly. Star nodded, and we all started talking. The movie had turned off and everyone got refunds. Not Star and I, but still.
"So you're Chris Wilson? I heard you UFC comment, so I'm guessing..." I trailed off.
"Yeah, I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta get home. Catch ya later," He told us, before rushing out the glass door, leading into the parking lot. Star and I left the theater as well, seeing as the movie had been cancelled. I walked her home and stopped at her door step.
"I had a great time," She said quietly.
"Yeah, me too, if you want to-"
"Yeah! That'd be great," She said, cutting me off. We talked for another five minutes before we had to part.
"Bye, Star!"
"Bye, Danny!"
I turned around and headed off, and after a few seconds, I heard the door click. All is good. Nothing can bring me do-
"I AM THE BOX GHOST!"
I sighed.
Okay, I know it wasn't the BEST chapter, but you got to meet my OC Chris! I made his name first, then gave him some attributes. I'm trying not to make him a Mary-Sue. Feel free to tell me if I am! Next chapter up for three reviews!