That night, Sam took Jules to a theater downtown where the 1997 movie "Titanic" was being shown. He personally hated chick flicks, but he was willing to make an exception for Jules. She wanted to see the movie again and he decided it was worth it to make her happy.
Inside the theater, Sam held Jules' hand and guided her to some seats in the back, away from everyone else.
"Why are we sitting all the way back here?" Jules wanted to know. "We can barely see the screen!"
"Well, I might just want to make out with you during the movie, so I thought I'd sit where everyone wouldn't be watching!" Sam explained seriously.
Jules just laughed and snuggled close to him, letting him put his arm around her tenderly.
As the movie progressed, Sam laughed at Leonardo DiCaprio's dorky acting. Funny how someone who had started out with such a corny movie, had eventually become such a good actor. Now, he made movies like "The Departed" and "Blood Diamond", films which Sam and greatly enjoyed.
Hearing Jules sigh at all the cheesy, romantic lines and scenes made Sam want to kiss her, but he didn't want to distract her. Once, just when he happened to be gazing down at her, she was looked up and him and smiled faintly.
"Kiss me if you want," she whispered. That was all the encouragement he needed; he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers firmly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing into him as his arms tightened around her. Before she could stop herself, the two were making out like two teenagers in the back of the movie theater.
"Ah-hem," the theater attendant cleared his throat, trying to get the attention of the young couple locked in a passionate embrace as the movie rolled on. It didn't distract them in the least, so he tried again. "AH-HEM!"
That disturbed them and the broke apart, looking to see where the noise was coming from.
Jules blushed and felt heat creep up the back of her neck when she saw the theater attendant glaring at them. Sam started laughing silently and he pulled her close again, keeping in PG this time.
On impulse, he looked down at her and said, "I'll never let go, Jules. I'll never let go."
She stuck out her tongue at him and punched his arm playfully. "If you jump, I jump."
That night, Jules dropped Sam off at his place and then began driving home. She was blissfully happy—something she hadn't been in a very long time. Sure, her life had been fine the way it was, but knowing that every day you were gonna wake up to the same old routine would eventually kill you. Somehow she knew that, with Sam, things were never going to get boring or dull.