As the raindrops hit my black umbrella, they made a little popping noise. It reminded me of bullets hitting a bullet-guard. My boots clicked on the sidewalk, making satisfying little splash noises.

As I neared the movie theater, my eyes scanned the line for Robbie. I saw Tyler, Stan and Lazy Susan, and a load of people I didn't know. I didn't see him anywhere at first, but I finally found him. Instead of standing in line, he was waiting up by the door.

I held my umbrella tight and ran to him. Once I was under the theater's striped canopy, I popped my umbrella down. "Hey, Rob!" I said.

"Hey, Tam. Did you bring the snack money?" he said.

"I only had enough for like, 1 popcorn."

"Whatever, we can split it. Let's head in, it's cold out here."

We stepped into the movie theater, and I was immediately surrounded by warmth. It was so dark and rainy outside that the lights seemed to shine so bright it was ridiculous. The red and gold carpet seemed to have a glow today. The smell of soda and popcorn made my mouth water.

Robbie and I walked up to a teenage girl, who was sitting behind the desk. The girl's frown turned into a smile. "Tambry!" she exclaimed. "Josh told me that you had special ticket privileges, am I right?"

"Hey, Cyndi. Yeah, you're right. Two tickets to Alien Bimbo, please." I said.

Cyndi took the money and fumbled around for their change. She then turned and grabbed two tickets from the roll. "Here you go! Enjoy!"

"Thanks, Cyndi."

We walked to theater number four, the one with the sign reading 'Alien Bimbo- 4:15'. The theater was, to our pleasure, not very full. There was a couple in the very front row, Stan and Susan were in the middle area, Tyler two rows behind them. Manly Dan was in the front section, Wendy and the boys seated next to him. Wendy saw Robbie and immediately ran up to him.

"Hey, baby! What are you doing here_" She stopped when she noticed me. "_ with Tambry. Why are you here with Tambry?"

Robbie gulped. "Uh…me and Tambry just wanted to come see this together. We were bored." he said.

Wendy scowled. "Well, you could've asked me."

"I wanted to go with Tambry."

Her eyes filled with rage, and she was about to yell. But she smiled and collected herself. "Fine. But don't ask for any sexy stuff for a week." she snapped. She turned on her heel and marched back to her family.

I raised my eyebrows. "Whoa-ho-ho. You and Wendy already getting it on?"

"….maybe."

We chose two seats in the very highest row of the top section. "Ugh, Thank god for you, Rob. I was getting really sick of hearing two boys smacking their wet lips together in the next room," I said.

Robbie snickered and made quotation marks with his fingers. "Sure. 'Lips'." he chuckled.

"Shut up! Besides, Nate's too chicken to even let Lee grind on him yet."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. I saw them in the living room last night when I went down to get a soda. Lee had him straddled and was about to start moving around, but of course, my wuss of a brother told him to stop because he 'wasn't ready'."

"Wow, just_ wow."

"Yeah. He's a puss."

I leaned back into the red movie theater seat and took a sip of my Cherry Coke. I drank a little too fast, and the carbonation burned my throat. Robbie chewed on the popcorn kernels, and I looked at him funny. "Dude, why are you eating the kernels?"

"They're good. Want one?" he asked.

"Um…no thanks."

Before long, the lights dimmed, and the movie began to play. The beginning credits flashed across the screen, and it showed clips of the movie throughout it. I was already in Snoozeville. I nudged Robbie, who was already dozing. "Hmm?" he mumbled.

"I'm bored, let's leave," I said.

"We can't, you aren't allowed to leave until the end_" A mischievous smile spread across his face. "But you CAN get kicked out."

An image of the 'alien bimbo' appeared on the screen. She was dressed in a bikini top and underwear level short-shorts, and she wore boots over fishnets. Before I knew what was happening, Robbie had stood up from his seat. "WHOO-HOO! WORK IT, GIRL!" he yelled. Everyone in the room shushed him, but did he care? No. Of course not. "HOW'S BOUT A TWERK, GIRL? IT'S BELATED 'WET N WILD WEDNESDAY'!" he yelled as loud as he could. It was Friday, that's why it was so funny.

The manager tapped Robbie angrily on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, sir. But you and your little girlfriend there are going to have to leave the premises."

"WORTH IT!" he yelled. I stood up, still laughing. He grabbed ahold of my hand, and we ran out of the theater, laughing to that point where your sides feel like they're splitting.