"Do you want to see a movie?" I asked her.
"Sure," she smiled. "What do you want to see?"
"It doesn't matter to me," I said. "How about Pirates of the Caribbean?" (A/N: My favorite movie . . . ^__^;; Jack Sparrow ROX!)
"That sounds great. Only thing is . . . " here she got really quiet. "I didn't know we were going to a movie. I didn't bring enough money for a ticket."
Was that all? I'm sure my expression softened as I noticed the color returning to her cheeks. She's feeling so awkward. I may be wealthy, but I'm not some heartless cheapskate.
"I'll get the tickets for both of us," I said. I had expected that one to be a given.
"Really?" her expression brightened.
"Really," I assured. I searched for a parking space. Finally I found one, but it was terribly far away from the entrance. And it had started to rain, too. Oh well. The umbrella was on the checklist for a reason.
"Excuse me," I said, reaching over to the passenger side and opening the glove box. I pulled out the navy blue umbrella.
"I'll come around to your side with the umbrella," I said. She nodded. I opened the door, getting sprayed by an unexpected torrent. I quickly opened the umbrella and walked around the car to the passenger side.
I opened the door and held out the umbrella. I got a little wet for a moment. Oh well. At least I wasn't wearing anything that wasn't waterproof.
"Thank you," she smiled, after we were both comfortably (to one extent or another) situated under the umbrella.
"No problem," I replied. I water droplet ran down the side of my cheek and hit pavement, which was already thoroughly soaked.
We slowly neared the front door to the Domino Cinema. Finally, we reached the ticket booth.
"Two adults for the eight o'clock showing of Pirates of the Caribbean, please," I spoke.
"I'm sorry sir. That showing is sold out. Would you be interested in the eight fifteen showing?" he spoke.
I sighed. "Yes please." I pulled out my wallet and took out a twenty. Accepting the change, I walked inside with Serenity to a nearby bench.
"Thank you for paying," she said.
"Really, It's not a problem," I said. "I'm sorry that we have to wait fifteen minutes."
"Oh, fifteen minutes isn't long at all. This way we get to talk for a little while, too."
That was what I was afraid of. Suddenly, someone walked up. Someone that I recognized. Serenity came to her senses first. I was too aghast by the unfriendly coincidence.
"Hi Yugi! Hi Téa!" she called out. Oh no. This was very bad. Very, very bad. In case you didn't realize, Seth and Yami . . . well, they hadn't quite resolved their differences, to put it mildly.
They slowly walked over, obviously surprised to see us together.
"Hello Serenity, hello Seto," Téa said in an odd voice. I saw Yugi stand straighter suddenly. Of course, he was Yami now. I fought Seth's spirit, but to no avail. He slowly took over.
I watched helplessly from my soul room. Serenity chatted with Téa rather animatedly, thank goodness oblivious to the conversation of their dates. Yami stepped up to Seth.
"Seto," he said coldly. "Or should I say . . . Seth?"
"Hello Pharaoh," Seth spat the words, holding out a hand. Yami took it in a death grip, obviously beginning an unspoken competition to see who could cut off the other's circulation first. Both gritted their teeth, but neither withdrew.
"Well, I'll see you at school, Serenity," smiled Téa. She began to walk away, and Yami had no choice but to follow.
"I'm sure this is not the last time we meet, Pharaoh," Seth said the final word in a mocking tone, as he had before. After this minor episode, he thankfully allowed me to take control over my body again.
I silently cursed Seth. Actually, it wasn't really his fault, but I had to blame somebody, right?
"What a coincidence that we'd meet them here, huh Seth?" Serenity said. "How nice."
"Yes," I said, more or less absentmindedly. I was busy watching them walk off. They liked each other; I could tell. I wondered if anybody would notice Serenity and me in that regard. A sudden gasp broke my thoughts. Serenity grabbed my arm.
"Seto! If they're here . . . that means that everybody's left the gameshop. And that means . . . oh crud."
I knew exactly what she meant. Joey was home, and likely wondering where she was. I whipped out my cell phone, and held it out.
"Oh Seto! You're a lifesaver!" she accepted it and quickly dialed. I was going to see what I could get out of just one end of the conversation.
"Hi Joey . . . yes, no. It's okay, I promise, just at the movies with a friend. Yes, No, of course not. No, yes. See you, bye." She hung up.
"Thank goodness we don't have caller id," she said. Obviously she hadn't specified which friend.
"Yeah. Well, it's about 8:10. Do you want to go ahead and get seats?" I asked, indicating the door to movie number five.
"Sure," she agreed. We walked in and got a seat in about the middle of the theater. I really can't stand the ones right in front. They make me feel sick.
While we waited outside, I bought Serenity a Pepsi. That's a good sign, right? I mean, she let me. That cleaned me out as far as cash goes, but I had my credit cards. I wasn't really hungry, or thirsty for that matter. Finally, after about one million previews, the movie started.
I had to admit it was the best I'd seen in a while. It was exciting, even funny at parts. I even laughed at one part. She's one of the only people in this world that I'd dare to make that much of a fool of myself in front of. Funny, as nervous as I was about this date.
She was a great person to watch a movie with. When the movie got dull, her antics were still charming. She freaked out and grabbed my hand during the scary parts, and during the funny ones she dared to laugh out loud.
Finally, the end previews came. It had been a great experience. Great movie (I must confess) and an awesome . . . date. I really owed Seth one. I bet he heard that. That wouldn't be good. Oh well.
I looked at my watch. Ten thirty-one! It was later than I thought. I wouldn't mind staying out for a little longer, but I hoped it wouldn't be too late for Serenity.
"It's ten thiry," I said, wanting to double check that I wasn't violating her curfew.
"Well, that gives me thirty minutes till I officially have to be home. Want to go to that café that just opened by the shopping center? I mean, if you're not too busy or anything," she quickly added.
So we weren't getting her in trouble. That was good, at least. I'd like to go to the café actually. This could be an adventure. I've heard it's a pretty interesting place. Still. Too busy? So I am skipping creating a huge PowerPoint presentation to do this, but I could get by. This was much more important.
"Not at all. That sounds great. I heard some people at school talking about it. Supposedly it doesn't close until midnight." I replied. So, maybe neither of us had ever been on a date before. I promise; it's not as hard as it sounds.
****
So, what do you think so far? The next chapter's update hopefully won't take as long, actually most likely won't take as long; I have a few ideas. It will be the most fun to write so far. First of all; I have a few questions for you folks if you don't mind:
First: What do you think the café should be like: retro, fancy, weird or just plain normal?
Second: Should Seth make another appearance at the café?
Third: How do you think Joey should react when she gets home?
Thank you so much!
"Sure," she smiled. "What do you want to see?"
"It doesn't matter to me," I said. "How about Pirates of the Caribbean?" (A/N: My favorite movie . . . ^__^;; Jack Sparrow ROX!)
"That sounds great. Only thing is . . . " here she got really quiet. "I didn't know we were going to a movie. I didn't bring enough money for a ticket."
Was that all? I'm sure my expression softened as I noticed the color returning to her cheeks. She's feeling so awkward. I may be wealthy, but I'm not some heartless cheapskate.
"I'll get the tickets for both of us," I said. I had expected that one to be a given.
"Really?" her expression brightened.
"Really," I assured. I searched for a parking space. Finally I found one, but it was terribly far away from the entrance. And it had started to rain, too. Oh well. The umbrella was on the checklist for a reason.
"Excuse me," I said, reaching over to the passenger side and opening the glove box. I pulled out the navy blue umbrella.
"I'll come around to your side with the umbrella," I said. She nodded. I opened the door, getting sprayed by an unexpected torrent. I quickly opened the umbrella and walked around the car to the passenger side.
I opened the door and held out the umbrella. I got a little wet for a moment. Oh well. At least I wasn't wearing anything that wasn't waterproof.
"Thank you," she smiled, after we were both comfortably (to one extent or another) situated under the umbrella.
"No problem," I replied. I water droplet ran down the side of my cheek and hit pavement, which was already thoroughly soaked.
We slowly neared the front door to the Domino Cinema. Finally, we reached the ticket booth.
"Two adults for the eight o'clock showing of Pirates of the Caribbean, please," I spoke.
"I'm sorry sir. That showing is sold out. Would you be interested in the eight fifteen showing?" he spoke.
I sighed. "Yes please." I pulled out my wallet and took out a twenty. Accepting the change, I walked inside with Serenity to a nearby bench.
"Thank you for paying," she said.
"Really, It's not a problem," I said. "I'm sorry that we have to wait fifteen minutes."
"Oh, fifteen minutes isn't long at all. This way we get to talk for a little while, too."
That was what I was afraid of. Suddenly, someone walked up. Someone that I recognized. Serenity came to her senses first. I was too aghast by the unfriendly coincidence.
"Hi Yugi! Hi Téa!" she called out. Oh no. This was very bad. Very, very bad. In case you didn't realize, Seth and Yami . . . well, they hadn't quite resolved their differences, to put it mildly.
They slowly walked over, obviously surprised to see us together.
"Hello Serenity, hello Seto," Téa said in an odd voice. I saw Yugi stand straighter suddenly. Of course, he was Yami now. I fought Seth's spirit, but to no avail. He slowly took over.
I watched helplessly from my soul room. Serenity chatted with Téa rather animatedly, thank goodness oblivious to the conversation of their dates. Yami stepped up to Seth.
"Seto," he said coldly. "Or should I say . . . Seth?"
"Hello Pharaoh," Seth spat the words, holding out a hand. Yami took it in a death grip, obviously beginning an unspoken competition to see who could cut off the other's circulation first. Both gritted their teeth, but neither withdrew.
"Well, I'll see you at school, Serenity," smiled Téa. She began to walk away, and Yami had no choice but to follow.
"I'm sure this is not the last time we meet, Pharaoh," Seth said the final word in a mocking tone, as he had before. After this minor episode, he thankfully allowed me to take control over my body again.
I silently cursed Seth. Actually, it wasn't really his fault, but I had to blame somebody, right?
"What a coincidence that we'd meet them here, huh Seth?" Serenity said. "How nice."
"Yes," I said, more or less absentmindedly. I was busy watching them walk off. They liked each other; I could tell. I wondered if anybody would notice Serenity and me in that regard. A sudden gasp broke my thoughts. Serenity grabbed my arm.
"Seto! If they're here . . . that means that everybody's left the gameshop. And that means . . . oh crud."
I knew exactly what she meant. Joey was home, and likely wondering where she was. I whipped out my cell phone, and held it out.
"Oh Seto! You're a lifesaver!" she accepted it and quickly dialed. I was going to see what I could get out of just one end of the conversation.
"Hi Joey . . . yes, no. It's okay, I promise, just at the movies with a friend. Yes, No, of course not. No, yes. See you, bye." She hung up.
"Thank goodness we don't have caller id," she said. Obviously she hadn't specified which friend.
"Yeah. Well, it's about 8:10. Do you want to go ahead and get seats?" I asked, indicating the door to movie number five.
"Sure," she agreed. We walked in and got a seat in about the middle of the theater. I really can't stand the ones right in front. They make me feel sick.
While we waited outside, I bought Serenity a Pepsi. That's a good sign, right? I mean, she let me. That cleaned me out as far as cash goes, but I had my credit cards. I wasn't really hungry, or thirsty for that matter. Finally, after about one million previews, the movie started.
I had to admit it was the best I'd seen in a while. It was exciting, even funny at parts. I even laughed at one part. She's one of the only people in this world that I'd dare to make that much of a fool of myself in front of. Funny, as nervous as I was about this date.
She was a great person to watch a movie with. When the movie got dull, her antics were still charming. She freaked out and grabbed my hand during the scary parts, and during the funny ones she dared to laugh out loud.
Finally, the end previews came. It had been a great experience. Great movie (I must confess) and an awesome . . . date. I really owed Seth one. I bet he heard that. That wouldn't be good. Oh well.
I looked at my watch. Ten thirty-one! It was later than I thought. I wouldn't mind staying out for a little longer, but I hoped it wouldn't be too late for Serenity.
"It's ten thiry," I said, wanting to double check that I wasn't violating her curfew.
"Well, that gives me thirty minutes till I officially have to be home. Want to go to that café that just opened by the shopping center? I mean, if you're not too busy or anything," she quickly added.
So we weren't getting her in trouble. That was good, at least. I'd like to go to the café actually. This could be an adventure. I've heard it's a pretty interesting place. Still. Too busy? So I am skipping creating a huge PowerPoint presentation to do this, but I could get by. This was much more important.
"Not at all. That sounds great. I heard some people at school talking about it. Supposedly it doesn't close until midnight." I replied. So, maybe neither of us had ever been on a date before. I promise; it's not as hard as it sounds.
****
So, what do you think so far? The next chapter's update hopefully won't take as long, actually most likely won't take as long; I have a few ideas. It will be the most fun to write so far. First of all; I have a few questions for you folks if you don't mind:
First: What do you think the café should be like: retro, fancy, weird or just plain normal?
Second: Should Seth make another appearance at the café?
Third: How do you think Joey should react when she gets home?
Thank you so much!