Hello my lovely readers. Back with another new chapter. And sterlingismyknight and me have most of this story all worked out, the kinks gone and stuff like that, so this story should be updated with a fast speed. And we have the announcement of a sequel, so yeah, everything's good so far.

Happy reading.

"Yes."

I stopped short, staring at Christine curiously. It was later that day, early afternoon after Leo left to go home. Christine and I stayed back to wander around the mall more. We hadn't having any conversations, therefore no questions needing answers. "Yes what?" I asked puzzled. Christine looked at me and laughed-actually, laughed! - before turning so she stood in front of me.

"Yes I'll go see The Hunger Games with you," she said, her voice light and amused. "Call me later with show times." I watched shockingly as she smiled at me and started strutting away with a confident stride.

No One's Pov

"Ow! Not so hard!"

"Well quit jerking."

"Stop doing it so hard, then."

"Quit whining, already. I've figured you'd be used to it by now."

Christine and Bree were having an interesting time straightening Christine's hair. The comb had yanked on some knots, causing some screams and bickering to let loose. "There, you look perfect," Bree squealed and jumping up and down excitedly, the other to roll her eyes. She moved from the chair she been seated in to stand in front of her mirror and observe her look.

Her outfit was cute, perfect for the 'date': a Coca-Cola shirt under a jean jacket with skinny jeans. Shoes were simple, laced up combat boots. But with the make-up and jewelry, Christine and Bree had run into some disagreements. They finally agreed on mascara and a thin coat of taffy tasting lip gloss. A pair of pearls donned her ears. Christine reached up and smoothed her straightened hair carefully- Bree would have a hissy fit if she screwed it up.

"Christine!" her dad called upstairs, "there's a boy here for you." Bree and Christine shared a glance before hurrying down stairs. Bree waved good-bye and pushed past Chase to go out the door. Christine thought he looked handsome in his plaid shirt and dark jeans with Vans.

Chase's Pov

Oh my god. She looked beautiful. Christine came down stairs and stopped at my side. Her dad turned and faced us. "Keep everything appropriate, got it?" he asked sternly. I nodded kind of scared of how firm he was. But she just rolled her eyes and sighed.

"We'll be fine, dad," Christine assured before pushing me out of the door quickly. As we started down the sidewalk, I tried to find a way to start a decent conversation. "You look great," I said finally, walking as she focused her eyes on me. "Thanks," she said shyly, "you don't look so bad yourself." I let out a chuckle. For the thirty minutes before I had come to her house, I had acted like a complete priss trying to decide on what to wear.

"I'm really excited," Christine added, "about tonight. I've been waiting to see this movie. Plus I think this will be really fun." A silence appeared when she slowly snatched my hand and held it tightly intertwined with hers.

I froze, for a second, and tried to hide a flush as it crawled up my neck. "I'm really excited, too," I said as we approached the Cinema. We quickly bought our tickets-a side argument that I shouldn't pay for her ticket, I did of course- and only got a large pack of skittles for a treat. The theatre was crowded, people chattering excitedly about the movie as they adjusted in their seat.

"Man," Christine exclaimed, "this place is flippin' fill." She surveyed the room with a careful eye. Suddenly, Christine pointed up at the top, third row down from the top. "There are some seats," she said as we quickly rushed to them before anyone else could steal them. We settled quickly, the skittle bag placed tightly between us so they wouldn't spill onto the floor.

"What's your favorite skittle?" I asked, picking an orange one from the bag and popping it into my mouth. Christine's hand dipped into the bag and pulled out a yellow one. She twirled it between her thumb and index finger.

"Definitely yellow," she said, making a big show as she popped it into her mouth-she felt obliged to balance it on her tongue and show the now shiny piece of candy to me. I rolled her eyes at her silliness.

People around us, including reluctant children, quieted and faced the front as the lights dimmed. Christine and I focused on the screen as well, although that was a little hard to accomplish when her hand slipped back into place with mine again.

Throughout the whole show, they stayed like that- free hands reaching when needed to pull put the desired candy from the bag. When the lights brightened, families and couples started to leave, some saying the movie was better, others claiming the books were much better.

"That was fun," Christine said as we walked through the exit and into the night. "So what do you think?" I asked, eyeing her carefully. Her face scrunched up, a sign of confusion. "Book or movie?" I asked. Her head tilted up, eyeing flickering as she pondered for an answer. "I like both," she decided finally, smiling at me as we continued down the street. "I liked picturing the scenes in my head while reading the plot, but the sets and dialogue were different, more modern than the book in a way."

I glanced at her. "You really take this stuff to heart," I stated. Christine ducked her head down, focusing on her shoes. "I like doing that," she said, "I like responding to every question thoughtfully; you asked for an answer and you get one."

What an excellent way to put it. "So I'm assuming you enjoyed tonight," I observed. She rolled her eyes and nudged my shoulder playfully. "No, I'm smiling like an idiot because it was the worst night of my life," Christine said sarcastically with an eye roll. "So how about we do this again next weekend?" I asked, turning to her as we stopped in front of her house. "My house- Saturday. Pizza and rent a movie?" Christine grinned and bounced on her toes, eyes sparkling.

"Sounds perfect," she said. Seconds passed before she leaned in and pressed her lips to my cheek carefully. "Can't wait," Christine told me softly, waving good-bye and entering her house.

So I hoped you enjoyed it. I think this was longer than I expected, but as long as you enjoy it and review for the both of us.

Laters. :D