Hey guys. I always, always forget to do these author's notes things. Thank you so much for your reviews and kind words that absolutely tickle me pink… no, magenta.

I really had a good time writing this chapter, so I hope you have a good one reading it.

Gobble. Gobble. Gobble. Too much of it, dahlings. So now I give you…

Chicken-Flavored Popcorn

"So, 'The Circus of Nightmares'? What d'you think?" Tony asked her, shoving his hands in his pockets. Violet looked at him in confusion.

"But, Tony, aren't you afraid…" she began, but Tony cut her off, blushing.

"I…I… ah. Let's just say I have erm… temporarily conquered that certain fear- er… problem. I just knew that you really wanted to see it, so let's go."

Violet smiled, touched. Was there any flaw to this boy? And as he paid for two tickets for "The Circus of Nightmares" and grabbed her hand, grabbed her hand, and started leading her to the concessions, she thought as her stomach hummed in happiness, "Nope."

Fishing the money her mom gave her out of her pocket, she stepped up to the counter. "One large tub of popcorn, and … anything else, Tony?" she asked, looking back at him. He shook his head, smiling a strained smile. She frowned in question as the guy behind the counter slide the popcorn in front of her. Tony's eyes darted from the popcorn to the money in her hand, and after a second to make the connection, Violet understood. Then she broke out grinning. "Tony, I'm buying this popcorn exactly as I said I was. Nothing you can do about it," she finished, teasingly, and handed over the money.

Violet then grabbed the tub and started walking. Tony raised his eyebrows, surprised and intrigued, and followed after her into their theater.

They picked a row towards the top and settled down in the center, and not a minute later, the previews had begun and ended in a flash. The movie was starting, and Violet felt as Tony tensed in his seat. She set the popcorn down and turned towards the poor guy.

"Tony," she whispered. He turned his head, appearing as relaxed as he could and listened. "Just so you know, if you do get sca- umm… if that problem comes back, you're free to uh… take my hand… if you want to," she finished even more softly than her beginning whisper. Immediately, Tony seized her closest hand. To Violet's surprise and utter delight, he seemed to quickly sink into complete ease. Savoring the fact that the entire movie may be spent this way, Violet settled into her seat comfortably, never shifting her hand.

Just as the lull of the movie had settled about them, they were rudely interrupted by kernels of popcorn hitting the back of their heads. Tony and Violet turned around in their seats to see that three boys in the back row, a bit older than them, were the culprits. Tony rose slightly from his seat. "I'll handle this," he whispered.

"No, I think they'll settle down. Just give it a minute," Violet coaxed, another plan in mind. A moment later after shooting glares at the immature, popcorn-chucking crowd, Tony finally relented and sat down. Being extra quiet, Violet told Tony she was going to the bathroom.

Once she reached the bottom of the theater and turned the corner, she became invisible, and crept back up the stairs to the very top. With a few silent punches (not too hard of throws), the boys were not only scared senseless, but they fled the theater as well. Smiling to herself, she followed them down the steps, rounded the corner once again,became visible,and went back to sit down next to Tony.

Putting on a confused face, she asked, "What happened to those guys?"

Tony shrugged. "I guess they got scared by the movie. Chickens," he said as if he had never heard of the word "fear" in his life. Violet giggled and settled back in, permitting herself a slight blush as Tony reached for her hand again.

Over the course of the movie, there were funny scenes, there were shocking scenes, there were boring scenes, and there were scare-you-out-of-your-pants scenes. Throughout all of these, Tony never released Violet's hand, which was a little numb by the time the movie had finished from being squeezed frequently hard. But no matter how many times he'd squeeze and quickly apologize, Violet never minded.

"So, what did you think?" she asked him as they walked outside.

He took his time, choosing the right words. "Scary. Really scary. But… I liked it," he said, smiling at her. Violet allowed his dark eyes to bewitch her once again. 'Yeah, me too."