Hi guys! Here's part two of Movie Buddies for your viewing pleasure! I'm actually really proud of this story so far :). I hope that you all enjoy it! And please review; I always love feedback :D.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or Inception in any way, shape, or form.
Thirty minutes later and we were still on the boat. Luke was practically chewing my ear off with stories about axes and trees.
"I chopped down the tree and it fell with a thump! And then all of the animals ran all over the place! And the sun was shining, and the wind was blowing. Nature is just so EXTREME! Don't ya think so?"
"Huh?" I pulled out my earphones. "Oh, umm, yeah. Sure. You bet." I answered halfheartedly. I wasn't even sure what he'd asked, I just hoped it wasn't something I would regret.
"See? I knew you'd agree with me! 'Cause you're the coolest, Chase. You're just the coolest." He grinned. For a moment, I almost felt something likable towards him. Almost.
"Alright, we have arrived! I do hope that you two enjoy your movie!" Pascal said, waving us off the boat.
"We will Pascal! It'll be just like a male bonding night, right Chase?" Luke asked me, smiling.
"Woohoo. Man-date. Can't wait." I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. It wasn't a lot; I've never been very good with enthusiasm.
We walked into the movie theater on Plasma Island. It wasn't too crowded, just your standard movie theater on a Sunday night.
"Okie dokie, Chase. You get the tickets, and I'll use my super snack selecting skills at the food counter!" Luke said, about to rush over to the food counter. I quickly put a hand out to block him.
"No way, you alone plus the food counter equals indigestion and a big bill. How about you buy the tickets, and I get the food?"
"Sounds awesome! You can buy the food, while I use my suave, charming ways to buy our tickets and—"
"No wait…I change my mind. If you use your so called 'charming ways', then they'll kick us out of the theater for sure." Come to think of it, that wouldn't be such a bad thing. "How about I buy the tickets and go to the food counter, and you stand over here." I suggested, pointing to an empty spot of floor.
"Okay, standing over here sounds great too!" Luke conceded. One of the only things I liked about him was how easy it was to get him to do things. I don't mean to sound controlling or manipulative or anything, but seriously, if he wasn't easy to convince of things, and he was left alone, then Castanet would be living Luke-chaos 24/7.
I stepped into the ticket line, silently willing Luke to stay where he was. And boy, did he stay where he was.
"I'm STAAAAANDING where I am! I'm STAAAAANDING where I am!" He sang. I don't know him, I don't know him, if anyone asks, I don't know him…
"I'm sta-a-a-a-anding in this very spo-o-o-o-t! Right where I am! Right where I am!" Nope, don't know him. No idea who on Earth he is…
"Where…I…AAAAAAAMMM!" Oh Goddess…
"Luke! Please, just stand there quietly." I emphasized the word, assuming it was foreign to him.
"Oh!" he said, seemingly surprised that I had been listening to him. His tone changed to a whisper. "Okay, I promise I'll be quiet." Let's see how long that lasts.
Facing forward again I found that I was now at the head of the line, so I stepped forward to the ticket counter.
"Welcome to Plasma Island Cinemas, how may I help you?" A mundane old lady looked up at me through weary eyes. I almost felt bad for her; it was obvious that she didn't want to be where she was. Join the club.
"My, ummm, friend and I won tickets to Inception?" I said, hoping she knew what I was talking about. It felt so weird to call Luke a 'friend'. I didn't have many friends, and Luke definitely wasn't someone I'd want to consider a friend in any sense.
"Ah! The Castanet Island raffle? You'll just have to trade in those for some real tickets." She said.
"Psssst! Chase…Chaaaaaaase!"Luke was waving to me from his spot on the side.
"Excuse me." I told the lady, then turned to him. "What? What is it?"
"Could you get an extra ticket?" He pleaded.
"What on Earth could we possibly need an extra ticket for?" I hissed.
"DUUUH! We need a ticket for Axelle!"
"Axelle…?"
"My axe! We wouldn't want to leave her out!" He names his carpentry tools?
"Your axe is a girl?" I asked.
"Yeah! Can't you tell?" He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Well, when I first got her, I was sure that she was a 'he'. But, with my awesome, newly found, axe anatomy skills, I soon determined that Axe was actually an Axelle!"
How on earth did he determine a boy axe versus a girl axe? Did a boy axe have its own little 'wee-wee', or something of the sort?
Damn, I can't believe that the word 'wee-wee' just entered my brain.
"…I don't even want to know." Was the only way I could respond.
"Luke, does your axe really need a seat of its…uh, her own?"
"Axes are people too!" He shouted. I rolled my eyes.
"Actually, Luke, axes are not people, they're axes."
"You know what Chase? You may have a point there. But just because Axelle is an axe doesn't give her any less right to a seat than you!" he pouted defiantly.
"Could we hurry this up?" The lady asked, fixing me with a hard stare.
I sighed. There was no changing Luke's mind. "Fine. I'll take the two free tickets, and another one for the axe."
"That'll be eight bucks." The lady said. I handed the money over and stepped back to where Luke was.
"There, Axelle has a seat. You happy?" I asked, deadpan. Luke just grinned at me broadly for one second, two seconds, three seconds…
"What? Do I have something on my face?" I asked him. He just kept smiling at me.
"Okay Luke, I know you enjoy creeping people out, but this is far too disturbing for my tas—" he pulled me into a big, tight man-hug.
"You bet your bottom dollar I'm happy! Oh Chase, you're the bestest buddy a boy could ever have! Axelle thinks so too!" He squeezed me harder.
"Great, I'm glad that I get approval from you and your axe. Now would you mind—"
"How can I ever repay you?" he asked, hugging me still tighter.
"Let…go…please." I managed to choke out. Immediately he released me and I collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
"Need a hand there buddy?" he asked, outstretching an arm.
"No, I've got it." I got up and brushed off my apron. I will never need a hand from Luke. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. Then his ears perked up at the sound of popcorn popping.
"SNACKS!" He shouted, once again taking hold of my hand and dragging me towards a counter. A lady passing by looked at us, disapproval written all over her face.
"I don't know him, I swear!" I called to her as Luke pulled me along. When we got there, we were met by a guy about twenty years my senior. He was balding in places, and did not look even the slightest bit happy to be where he was.
"How may I help you?" He asked, glaring at us. Luke elbowed me and pointed to the popcorn sizes on the sign above the counter.
"Let's get the biggest one!" he suggested brightly. I looked at the cost next to the jumbo popcorn on the sign.
"Luke, there is no way in hell we're paying fifteen dollars for popcorn." I told him with certainty. He may have gotten me to spend an extra eight dollars so that his axe would have a seat, but I would not allow him to spend anymore of my money.
"Fine, Greedy Mcgreedypants, I'll pay fifteen dollars for popcorn!" He dug through his pockets, and pulled out a gum wrapper, some jacks, a bouncy ball, a stick on tattoo, a pencil that had been chewed upon…and the list of items continued to grow and grow. Who is this guy, Mary Poppins? Should I expect him to pull a lamp out of there next? A pad of stickers, a watch, an action figure, a small twig…but no money. Once his pockets were fully emptied (about five minutes after he began to empty them), he looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
"Chase? Could I borrow fifteen dollars so that I can buy the popcorn?" he asked me in a small voice.
"That totally defeats the purpose of you buying them yourself. And I'm not going to waste my money."
"Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with those orange flavored chewy candies that you really really like on top?" he asked. But I refused to give in.
"How may I help you?" the guy behind the counter who I'd completely forgotten about asked us again. And he sounded pissed. But I couldn't answer him, or at least, not at the moment.
"No! Luke, there is no way I'm lending you fifteen dollars to buy a jumbo popcorn!" I shouted at him.
"Please please pleeeeeaase? Why doth thou deny me popcorn? Why? WHYYYYY?" he cried, on his hands and knees. Once again, all eyes were directed towards Luke and I. I couldn't bear it, my resistance crumbled.
"Fine! Okay? Fine. We'll get the medium, a compromise. Okay?" I asked him, spitting venom. Luke's head immediately perked up.
"Butter?" he asked.
I sighed. "Butter."
"Okay then!" he said, delighted. The man behind the counter was practically shooting daggers at me now.
"Sorry for the wait." I apologized.
"The wait? Oh, it was no trouble. No trouble AT ALL. Seriously. It's not like I have a life, or anything." Damn, this guy is more snarky and sarcastic than I am.
"Can we have a medium popcorn with butter and two sodas please? Oh! And some candy!" Luke asked, bouncing up and down like an excited little boy. Wait, we never agreed on candy!
"That'll be $18.93." the man said punching numbers into his cash register. Oh well, no use taking back the candy now. I paid for everything (of course), and he handed the food to us. I gave Luke a popcorn and a soda to carry, and I took the rest.
"Have a nice day!" Luke called out to the counter man as we walked into the theater. He only scowled and grumbled in return. I couldn't blame him.