Okay, I know a BUNCH of you were confused. Charlie and Carlisle have been talking. Carlisle is '26'. And I feel like a total retard because I couldn't remember how to spell pastry. :D
Okay, I don't know what movies were playing in March of '05...So just bare with me, okay? Oh, and I LOVE YOU PEOPLE! REVIEWS OUT THE ASS! WHOOSH! And yes, I'm using one from 2007.
Chapter Eight
As I climbed into the black Mercedes, I wondered what movie we were going to see. I hoped that it wasn't too bad of a horror. Now that I wasn't a zombie, I was sure that I would actually react...
Carlisle pulled me out of my stupor by starting the car.
The drive to Port Angeles was pretty quiet. He held my hand in between our seats, though.
When we got to the theatre, Carlisle opened my door for me. I smiled, and took his hand as I climbed out of the car.
When we got into the theatre, Carlisle went to get tickets, and I went to get a Coke and some Skittles.
When Carlisle met up with me, he told me what we were seeing.
"The Messengers?" I'd heard that it was creepy, to say the least.
"Well, it was either this one, or Disturbia." Disturbia was supposed to be a hell of a lot scarier.
"Yeah. I'll take this one." As I wrapped my hand around his as we stepped into the theatre room, guess who appeared out of nowhere?
"Hi, Bella!"
"Hi, Mike." I sighed. I didn't want to deal with him at the moment.
He seemed to just notice Carlisle, which I find quite hard to do...
"Dr. Cullen?" He sounded surprised. I guess I can't blame him.
"Yes, it's me, Mr. Newton," Carlisle answered.
"Woah." Mike wasn't very bright.
I rolled my eyes in the dark, and Carlisle chuckled.
"Woah," Mike repeated, looking down at our intertwined hands. Not very bright at all.
"Excuse us," I said, pushing past him.
I sighed as I sank into the seat in the very back row.
"God, he is really annoying." I sighed again.
"Very," Carlisle agreed.
I lay my head on his shoulder and waited for the movie to start.
I screamed as the camera panned in on the body in the vent. I buried my face in Carlisle's chest, and he wrapped his arm around me.
I could tell Mike was glaring. Big time.
Just to really annoy Mike, I put my hand around Carlisle's waist.
I peeked at the screen, and screamed again.
Damn this movie to the deepest pits of Hades.
I almost fell out of my seat as Shia Lebouf turned and saw the body hanging out of the wall. I literally jumped Carlisle.
I had the armrest moved up, and I was almost sitting on him, with my face buried into his collar bone.
I peeked again, and screamed once more. I could see Mike's face slightly in the glow from the movie. He was pissed, and very amazed. It was a funny facial expression.
I kept my face in Carlisle's chest for the rest of the movie.
Once we got to the car, I hit Carlisle with my purse.
"Ow," he faked. He probably thought that if felt like a feather.
"That movie is evil, Carlisle. I would have rather watched the Messengers." I climbed into the Mercedes.
"Trust me, you wouldn't have. Instead of dead bodies, it's apparitions, and the main actress tends to look a lot like you, so that would probably freak you out more."
I swallowed. If she looked like me, that would make it a hell of a lot worse.
"Okay, you're right. But when I wake up, screaming, it's on your conscience, Carlisle," I warned.
"I'll be right there," he said, turning to face me.
His eyes did that unfair smoldering thing again, and I was drawn forward, against my will, which wasn't much.
Our lips touched very briefly before we heard a loud,
"HOLY CRAP!"
We quickly turned to see Mike.
I waved. He stood there, his blue eyes popping out, and mouth hanging wide open.
"Yes, Mike?" I asked, innocently. Carlisle was shaking the car with laughter.
"You - but you - he - married - what about - what the - huh - uh - kiss - WHAT?" Mike stuttered, and I was shaking with silent laughter as well.
"He isn't married anymore, Mike. Go away," I said through the paroxysms of giggles.
Carlisle started the car, and we left Mike standing there in the parking lot, still wide-eyed.
I laughed for about five minutes afterwards. It was hilarious.
By the time we got home, Charlie's cruiser was in the driveway. Carlisle parked on the street, and opened my door for me.
When we got back into the house, we were laughing again, because I brought up how much like a fish Mike resembled with his expression.
"What's so funny?" Charlie asked, sitting on the couch and watching baseball.
"Oh, nothing." I hung up my coat, and took off upstairs.
That night, I had no bad dreams, but that was probably due to the man that I was in the arms of.
Blah. I'm sorry it took so long. I've been so blank. It is going to be a while again...o.o Sorry.
