This chapter is rather light and fun for the most part. The popcorn part was inspired by a guy named Anthony in my English class... except it was Skittles he was using. One when down my friend's shirt and he offered to do what the guy in this story does.. you'll find out. Hope you like... and I'm sure you'll like the end. ;D
"I think my parents really like you." Nita told Louis as she walked into the theater and slid into a seat next to him.
"Your mom seemed to, but your dad looked as if he were about to chase me off with that knife he was holding."
Nita's mom had been happy, gushy, and full of smiles and kind phrases, as mothers always are on early dates. Her father had been cutting up chicken for dinner when Louis came to the door, and was holding the knife. Nita had made him put it down before he greeted her date.
They had about five or ten minutes before the movie was supposed to start. Nita took a sip of her soda and placed it in the cup holder.
"They could at least wait for the previews." drawled Louis sarcastically, as he gestured to a couple two row in front and a few seats to the left of them. The two were quite occupied with each other at the moment.
"I know. It's sad." As the lights dimmed and the screen started up, Nita added, "If they'd just waited a few more minutes...."
***
"This is horrible." Nita announced in a whisper forty-seven minutes into the movie.
"You're right." agreed Louis, "And that lead chick can't act to save her life."
"I know." responded Nita.
"You know... There are other ways of amusing ourselves." Louis nodded towards the couple in front of them.
Nita felt her eyes grow wide. Was he suggesting....
"That's not what I meant." insisted Louis, laughing at the look on her face. This earned him weird looks from the few people scattered in the theater, as the girl on the screen was crying (and doing a rather poor job of it). Louis stopped laughing and resumed his whisper. "I meant this." He then grabbed a few pieces of popcorn and chucked them into the direction of the couple.
Not surprisingly, the couple didn't notice.
"Your turn." Louis informed her.
Nita started to protest, but Louis insisted, so she finally gave in and threw a handful of popcorn. The couple still didn't notice.
They were both having fun now, and several of few people in the theater were watching them, rather than the movie that they doubtlessly thought was terrible as well.
Louis and Nita both threw a some more pieces. A few found their way into the extremely low neckline of the girl's shirt. She made a small exclamation, and pulled back from her consort for the first time in almost an hour. He went after the popcorn, retrieved it and threw it on the ground, and they resumed their make-out session.
"I really didn't need to see that." Nita asserted.
"Know what you mean."
"Why don't we stop before it happens again?" Nita suggested.
"Okay.... Let's try those people." There was another group sitting in front of them, who also looked bored of their minds. Before Nita could object, Louis had thrown a handful of popcorn at them as well.
"Louis!" she exclaimed in a whisper. He stifled a laugh. Moments later, popcorn came flying back at them.
"Well..." started Nita, and finished by grabbing popcorn and returning that favor.
***
Nita was still laughing when the waitress put down a ham and pineapple pizza on the table of the booth they were sitting in.
"I've not had that much fun in a long time." admitted Nita. "I've never been kicked out of a movie theater before."
"Really?" asked Louis, as if this was something odd. "Well... they actually just asked us to leave. Security didn't come and drag us out, so technically we didn't get kicked out. Go on and try it. It's great." he added when he saw Nita hesitant look at the pizza.
"If you insist." she said, taking a experimental bite. She'd never had pineapple on pizza before, but Louis had insisted that she shouldn't "knock it before she tried it because it was absolutely the best kind of pizza ever created" and she agreed to ordering one. This really was a night of new experiences.
"Yum!" she exclaimed, and took another bite.
"Told you so. Louis Depore is always right." said Louis, laughing at her reaction. "You know, you really need to get out more."
Nita knew that it was probably true. She rarely went out, to the movies or the mall or to eat, except with her parents. She didn't have any friends other than Kit, and they never went "out". If they ever did go anywhere just for fun, it was to the moon or a different universe, or something. The last thing she could remember doing that might be considered getting "out" was going bowling... but she doubted that that counted because the people she was bowling against lived several light-years away. It had at first been awkward to bowl with a ball designed for a person with 7 fingers, Nita and Kit had gotten used to it, and had given the opposing team a run for their money. They'd lost, but not terribly.
"Admit it. When was the last time you've been on a date?" Louis asked.
Nita blushed. "Summer before last. If you can count that." Nita could almost see his jaw visibly drop to the ground like in those old cartoons.
"You?" Louis was shocked. "I figured a girl like you probably had to beat suitors away with a stick."
"A girl like me?" Nita accused, her temper flaring. She remembered her thought from earlier: He'd only asked her out after the rumors about her kissing Kit in math. Perhaps she had discovered his motive: Male hormones. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"