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Bella Swan/will not get banned from a theater
Edward is like a child when it comes to going to the movies.
My purse is full of candy boxes.
I'm carrying an extra large popcorn and drink.
He gives a sigh when we're seated.
"What's wrong?"
He sets down his nachos because, yes, he had to have those too.
"What were they thinking with this renovation? How are couples supposed to do couple things with these seats?"
I happen to like the new recliners the theater installed. They're comfortable, and who doesn't want to put their feet up every once in a while?
We barely made it in time for the movie to start so the lights dim before we get situated.
"Hey, Bella," he whispers about ten minutes in.
What?
If this man forgot something from the concession stand, I'm going to kill him.
From the glow coming off the big screen, I watch him beckon me with a finger.
"C'mere."
"I'm not sitting on your lap, Edward."
I lie.
I put all of his stuff in my seat and crawl into his arms.