I walked out of the supermarket, a man in a red suit rang a ball as the automatic doors opened. I put a five in his red bucket. He smiled, said a Christmas greeting, and continued ringing his golden bell.

It was Christmas time and raining. I ran through the pelting drops of water. I opened my car door and sat inside, smiling as the rain hit the windshield. I put the keys in the ignition and started the car. On the ride home I listened to a mixed tape Damian had made me. I snorted, it was very cliché.

I stopped in front of my house and laughed when I saw Damian on my porch swing, sheltered from the cold rain. I grabbed my shopping bags and ran up to meet him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Waiting," he said, smiling, "Your door was locked."

"I'm very sorry," I said sarcastically, giving him the bags and pulling out my house key. He sat them on the counter in the exact same place we had had our first kiss. I smiled at the thought.

"Your dad working tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He wanted "alone time."

I smirked at him. "You're such a boy," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Let's watch a movie," Damian said. I smiled knowingly. A movie with Damo meant that half way through we'd start kissing. I wasn't totally opposed to the idea.

"Which one?" I asked, grabbing two crème sodas.

"Let's watch a bad horror movie!" He said, bouncing with excitement. I laughed. Damo always loved old American movies. He ran into the living room like a little kid and found a movie on Netflix. I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

From the living room I heard Damian start singing.

"In the not too distant future,
Next Sunday A.D.
There was a guy named Joel,
Not too different from you or me.

He worked at Gizmonic Institute,
Just another face in red jump suit.
He did a good job cleaning up the place,
But his bosses didn't like him & they shot him into space!

We'll send him cheesy movies,
The worst we can find...(la! la! la!)
He'll have to sit & watch them all,
Then we'll monitor his mind...(la! la! la!)

Now keep in mind Joel can't control,
When the movies begin & end...(la! la! la!)
Because he used those special parts,
To make his robot friends -

ROBOT ROLL CALL (Let's Go!)

Cambot (Pan Left!)
Gypsy (Hi Girls!)
Tom Servo (Hi Tall Guy!)
Crooooooow (I'm The Wisecracker!)

If you're wondering how he eats & breathes,
And other science facts...(la! la! la!)
Then repeat to yourself its just a show,
I should really just relax...For Mystery Science Theater
3000..."

I grabbed the bowl of popcorn and went into the living room where the familiar cast of MST3k was waiting for me. I snuggled next to Damian. We watched as Joel and his faithfull robots Tom Servo and Crow tore apart and ripped on a bad horror movie from the fifties. We laughed as Crow pulled one of his hilarious one liners.

"I love your laugh," Damo said, whispering into my ear. He kissed my cheek. I shifted so I was face to face with him. I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him softly.

Suddenly the door bell rang. Damian groaned and I sighed. "Who is it?" I called.

"Lindsay," she said. I look at Damian, wide eyed. I pointed to the kitchen. He quickly tip toed to it and hid.

"Come in!"

She opened the door and walked in, sitting down on the couch. She eyed the two bottles of crème soda. "Why do you have two?"

"My dad was here a while ago but he had to go to work," I said. It was scary how good I was at lying by then. "So what's up?"

"I think I want Damian back," she said, sighing, "but I don't know… it's stupid really!"

"No, Lindsay," I said. Her blue eyes had started to fill with tears. "No, it's not stupid at all. He's a great guy." I felt so bad for her. She looked like a sad puppy.

"But I think he likes someone else," she said. She was talking about me, I could tell by the way she hesitated.

"Oh," I said, "Well, Lindsay, if you think he's not going to give you the attention you want then isn't it best not to pursue him further?"

"You're right, you're definitely right," she said, as if trying to convince herself, "I should've called you instead. Sorry for bugging you, Marissa."

I smiled. "You don't bug me, Lindsay," I said truthfully. She hugged me and left. I felt horrible, like I was a back stabber.

Damian walked back in the room. He sat on the couch and sighed heavily. "I feel like such an asshole…"

"I know what you mean," I said, putting my face in my hands and groaning. He rubbed my back even though I knew he felt worse than I did. "Should we tell everyone?" I asked, feeling the urge to come clean.

"Won't it hurt her more?" he asked.

"You're right," I said, groaning a second time.

"After regional's?" he suggested.

"After regional's," I agreed. I laid my head on his shoulder and we finished the movie.