Oh Mister Sun
*At ThE MoViEs*
"Well, what do you want to watch?" Bree asked Brad.
"I dunno… something scary or funny." Brad replied, shrugging.
"I'd rather something funny." Bree said. Brad nodded. The theatre happened to be showing Scary Movie.
"That movie is mad old, dawg." Brad mumbled more to himself then to Bree.
"We know, people like it so much that we decided to keep it until it stops bringing business." A guy at the concession stand informed them.
"Oh." Brad said. "Wanna watch it?" He asked Bree. She nodded.
"Next, please." The ticket lady called.
"Two tickets for uh… Scary Movie." Brad said.
"Which one?" She asked.
"Scary Movie."
"Which scary movie?"
"Huh?"
"You said, 'two tickets for a scary movie.'" She argued.
"No, you ass, he said two tickets for Scary Movie." Bree spoke up.
"He said a scary movie." The lady argued.
"Do not make me go back there and rearrange your face. Give us the damn tickets." Bree said. The lady rolled her eyes and gave them the tickets. "Fourteen seventy-five." She mumbled. Brad gave her the money.
"I can pay for my own ticket." Bree said, shyly.
"Nah, it's on me." Brad said, receiving his change. Bree blushed and smiled. "I can buy the snacks if you want." Bree said. Brad shook his head.
"I might be gangsta and thugged out, but I know how to treat a lady." He said. Bree got butterflies in her stomach when Brad referred to her as a lady. Brad bought the popcorn and soda. He also bought Bree Gummy Bears because she said they were her favorite.
"Yo, watch this." Brad said to Bree.
Bree watched as Brad threw several pieces of popcorn in the air and caught them all in his mouth. She laughed.
"Where did you learn to do that?" She asked, amused.
"Me and John be bored as hell in dat hotel room, man." Brad said. He smiled.
"Not to sound dorky but… you have really nice teeth." Bree said.
"Thanks… I try to keep up wit dem… you know… brush 'em at least once a week." He said. Bree laughed. Brad grinned. His eyes wandered away from Bree and landed on a racecar game.
"Yo, let's play! Loser has to –"
"Sing a Barney song at the top of their lungs!" Bree said. Brad laughed. "Now you know I'm takin' you down." Brad said, sitting on the chair. Bree sat on the one next to him. He put the quarters in.
"Ready?" Brad asked her as they selected their players.
"Shouldn't you be asking yourself that?" Bree asked.
"Ha, ha." Brad said sarcastically. Bree grinned.
They started to race.
They raced for a couple of minutes and Bree finally won. She looked over at Brad.
He stared at the machine for a few seconds in disbelief. Bree giggled. Brad started banging on the screen.
"Yo, this shit is broke!" He yelled. He wasn't serious, but he was just doing that, trying to make Bree laugh. He succeeded.
"Well come on, sing a Barney song." Bree said with a massive grin on her face. Brad sighed.
"Which song… 'Cause I have da whole collection, don't get me started, aight?" Brad said. He was kidding. He smiled at her.
"Any song." Bree said. Brad stood up. He cleared his throat.
"Ready, Bree? This is gonna be loud, 'cause you did say at da top a my lungs." He said.
She nodded excitedly.
"Okay…" He said, clearing his throat again. "OH MISTER SUN! SUN! MISTER GOLDEN SUN! PLEASE SHINE DOWN ON ME! OH MISTER SUN! SUN! MISTER GOLDEN SUN! HIDING BEHIND THE TREES! THESE LITTLE CHILDREN ARE ASKING YOU… TO PLEASE COME OUT SO WE CAN PLAY WITH YOU! OH MISTER SUN! SUN! MISTER GOLDEN SUN! PLEASE SHINE DOWN ON, PLEASE SHINE DOWN ON, PLEASE SHINE DOWN ON ME!" He sang at the very top of his lungs. He had almost everybody's attention. "Ain't no show! Turn ya asses around, it was a dare!" Brad scolded. Bree was hysterical. Brad watched her laugh.
"Oh my God." Bree said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "That was good… I wish I had a camera." She said. Brad smiled at her for the thousandth time. "Let's go watch da movie." Brad said, still smiling.
*TwO HoUrS LaTeR*
"That movie was so funny." Bree said as she and Brad walked out of the theatre.
"Yeah it was mad stupid." Brad said, smiling. They walked and talked all the way to the hotel.
Brad stopped walking and grabbed Bree's arm.
"Wait… can I say goodnight to you here?" He asked.
"Yeah… why?" Bree asked.
"'Cause I don't want dem girls or ya brotha ta jump my ass for taken' you out." Brad said honestly.
"Brock won't do anything." Bree said.
"Yes he would… 'specially 'cause him and my brotha don't get along." Brad said.
"Fine… goodnight Brad." Bree said.
"'Night." Brad said. He leaned in and softly kissed her on the cheek. He turned around and went into the hotel. Bree blushed and gently touched the exact spot where Brad kissed her. She sighed dreamily and went into the hotel also.
All the girls were playing Twister in the lobby. Pebbles was spinning and she was taking her dear sweet time.
"Left hand… magenta." She said.
"There is no magenta!" Lisa cried.
"Oh did I say magenta? I meant tickle me pink."
"There is no tickle me pink!" Lisa and Renee cried out together.
"I'm going to die!" Polly said, giggling.
"Left hand red." Pebbles finally said. Everyone shifted so they could put their left hands on red.
"Ah!" Tracy cried. She fell. Since she was under the bunch, they all fell, too. Bree stared at the giggling girls.
"Where were you?" Tracy asked Bree.
"At the movies with Brad." She said.
"With Brad?!" Pebbles cried.
"Yes." Bree said.
The girls noticed that for once, Bree was not being aggressive.
"Well I'm going to bed… good night." Bree said, waving.
"Night." The girls said in unison- all in confused tones.
"She went out with my man." Pebbles said, sadly.
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