hey hey hey! so this is like a little challenge I was issued by a friend on here, she kind of gave me the subject and then I came up with this. if anyone else wants me to write something, I'm open to ideas. just put your ide in a review or PM me if you want. so anyway I hope you enjoy! also jez I think will be 15 and Morgead will obviously be 16 then ;) enjoy!

disclaimer: I do not own the night world

Movie

Brushing a few stray strands of Jez's flaming hair from his arm, Morgead sighed. "What are we seeing again?"

Jez scoffed and rolled her eyes. "We're seeing Catching Fire, dumbass."

"Oh, right." There was a pause as the pair moved up a spot in the line. "Why?"

In a split second, Jez spun on her heal and narrowed her eyes. Shoving her face close to Morgead's, she jabbed him in the chest and hissed, "Because I, much unlike your illiterate self, read the books and therefore, want to see the movie!"

Leaning backwards slightly, Morgead deadpanned, "So then why do I have to come?"

Jez made a shrill noise and spun back around to face the front of the line.

Buying a pair of tickets for the movie, Jez and Morgead were already fighting about what type of candy they should get.

"Liquorish is best for movies, Morgead!"

"Uh, no. Who eats liquorish at the movies?"

Jez reached out and plucked the five dollar bill from Morgead's hand. Slapping it on the counter, she cried, "A lot of people, idiot!"

"Really?" Morgead grabbed the pack of twizzlers before Jez could and trudged off in the direction of their theater. "You're calling me the idiot?"

"Yes!" Jez darted around Morgead and ripped the bag from his hand.

With a groan, Morgead followed her into the theater. Scanning the all the seats, he looked for Jez. The theater was packed, and Morgead had trouble finding her. He saw a trio of girls that he knew went to Jez's school, and he saw a few adults, though the majority of seats were occupied by teenage girls.

Finally, he saw Jez standing at the top row. She was arguing with a pair of guys and their dates. They were probably all older than her, but Jez was steaming. Walking towards them, Morgead saw the four empty seats just off center in the back row. That must have been what they were fighting about.

As he got closer, he began to make out what was being said over the trailer for some lame chick-flick movie that was playing.

"But these are the only four seats next to each other left in the whole –"

"Does it look like I care? Just split the fuck up, it's not the end of the world!"

"But you –"

"Again! Don't care!"

Jez shoved by the group and waded in towards the seats. With a sigh, Morgead pushed through the group as they stood grumbling amongst themselves. They glared at him, but one look from Morgead and their gazes dropped, and they shuffled down the ramp to find other seats.

Sliding smoothly into his seat, Morgead leaned into Jez and whispered, "Great seats."

"Yeah, I know right?"

Leaving the theater, Jez poked Morgead in the ribs and gave him a sly grin. "It was good, wasn't it?"

Morgead shrugged. "It was alright." He wasn't going to be caught admitting that he'd really liked it. Not to Jez.

Jez scoffed. "Yeah, sure."

Walking into the lobby, Jez jabbed her thumb at the restroom sign hanging on the wall. "I'm going to the washroom. Wait for me." She turned and jogged off.

With nothing better to do, Morgead took a seat at one of the circular tables placed in the center of the giant front lobby.

As he waited for Jez, Morgead reclined with his eyes closed, trying his best to block out the overpowering scent of buttered popcorn and fizzy drinks. Sensing a presence approaching, Morgead cracked open one eye, half expecting to see a mother with a child clinging to her leg wanting to ask him if the other two chairs at his table were occupied.

Instead, Morgead was met with eye popping pastel colours and a lot of skin. The three girls Morgead recognised from Jez's school – the ones Jez frequently raged about – were all lined up in front of him, hands on their hips and plastic smiles on their faces.

Morgead cocked a brow and looked at them. Short skirts, low-cut tank tops, styled hair hard enough to cut steel, and enough makeup to support a gaggle of clowns for a year or two. He knew their type. They were the ones he liked to avoid.

Seeming to take his roaming eyes as praise, two girls perched daintily on each chair, while the third leaned her hip against the table beside Morgead.

"Hi," the girl beside him smiled and batted her eyelashes. "I'm Morgan, and this is Clair and Amanda."

As the girls' lashes fluttered, Morgead guessed they were waiting for him to tell them his name. So he grunted, "Morgead."

"Oh, that's…interesting," the girls exchanged a glance at Morgead's behavior.

The one to Morgead's right leaned forwards and chirped, "So what are you doing here?"

Morgead crossed his arms and kicked out his long legs under the table. His glare cut to her, and she quickly dropped her eyes.

"I was seeing a movie."

"All alone?" the girl standing beside him moved closer and placed a hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

She had guts; Morgead had to give her that. But that wasn't saying that her guts wouldn't soon be pouring out onto the floor below her if she wasn't careful.

"No, I came with someone," Morgead glanced past the girl's pouting face and saw Jez striding towards him. Her eyes were trained on the lead skank; the one currently massaging Morgead's bicep. "and here she comes…" he murmured. He didn't bother taking his arm away from her, he knew that would be done for him in just a moment.

"Well, would you look who it is," Jez called. Two more steps, and she was standing with her arms tightly crossed and a near savage expression on her pale face.

"Jez?" all three girls gaped at her as she glared.

The lead girl's hands were abruptly lifted from Morgead's arm and replaced on her hips. She scowled at Jez and spoke harshly. "What are you doing here?"

"Same as you, I guess," Jez gave her a devious look as she pushed past her and grabbed hold of Morgead's arm. "I was seeing a movie."

One of the backup girls sounded almost surprised when she asked Jez, "With him?"

Jez scowled at her but nodded as she pulled Morgead to his feet.

"You're on a date with him?" the lead girl shrieked. Her wide eyes cut back and forth between Jez and Morgead several times.

"Of course not!" Jez snapped. "Go on a date with Morgead? I'd rather join your skank crew!"

"Are you sure? Cause it looks like a date…"

"I mean, you guys are alone and all…"

"Don't be ridiculous!" the leader of their little crew snapped. "There is no was this…this…freak could get a date with a guy like that!"

"Now wait a second –"

"Jez," Morgead cut her off and seized her hand. "Let's just leave."

"Oh my god it was a date!"

"It's not a date!" Jez yelled. It didn't seem that she even knew who she was yelling at.

Morgead just shook his head and dragged her away while the skank crew bickered amongst each other.

"Oh, one thing though," Morgead called over his shoulder. Three pairs of overly decorated eyes snapped to his. "it's totally a date!"

Beside him, Jez shrieked, "What?" she ripped her hand out of his and punched him hard enough to bruise his ribs. Then, storming ahead of him, she screamed, "I cannot believe you, Morgead! This is not a date! You hear that you tramps? Not – a – date!"

Then she was gone. Roaring away on her bike, leaving Morgead standing at the entrance to the movie theater laughing so hard he had to hold the wall to stay upright.

Messing with Jez: one of his favourite pass times.

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