Dude Looks Like a Lady

The Worst is to Come

Because life seriously can't get any worse.

Can it?

Can it get worse than dressing like a guy? Or being attracted to your very male roommate, who believes you're very male as well? Or having to go on dates with your leader and have your roommate's, who you're slightly attracted to, girlfriend hit on you?

  No, it shouldn't get worse.

But, apparently it can.

***

   "Stop tugging at it."

She sent me a glare, giving one last pull of her skirt, "Shut up. You should be happy I even decided to come to this damn thing."

  I bit my lip, leaning back against my chair. "Yeah, well I'm not," I glanced at her quickly, "why the hell did you even dress up? We're in a dark theatre, no one is going to see you."

She punched me in the arm. Hard.

   And, I swear in that exact moment, tears stung my eyes and all feeling in my upper bicep vanished, "What the hell? I pretty sure that's relationship abuse or something."

   Even in the dark, I could see her smirking cockily, "That only works if we're in an actual relationship."

  I glared, "Whatever. It's still abuse."

   "No, it's not."

"Uh, yes it is."

   "No it's not."

"Yes it is."

  "No it's not."

"I swear, I am this close to killing y-"

    "Whoa," his voice shouldn't make me shiver like that. It's just so wrong, "stop making out, this is a public area."

   I was about to retaliate like any normal teenager would (Blush like a mad man and deny, deny, deny) until I released how close I was to Charlie, and the fact that she is supposed to be my 'girlfriend'. "Er, yeah, right. Sorry."

  He smiled, I flushed, and Charlie snickered.

Never gunna live this down.

  "Hi, Tony," and that's my cue to shudder, "Charlie. Nice to see you two again."

"Jen," Charlie held a hand across me, "you too. How have you been lately?"

  She smiled, and oh god I never wanted to punch someone in the face so badly before. I could, right in that perfect button nose of hers. It would be easy. But, then my covered would be blown when I have to defend myself. Then, Charlie would brutally murder me.

  So, imaging it in my head would have to do.

"Good, great actually," she giggled when Roy's arm slithered around her waist, "I don't think I've ever been so happy."

  Charlie giggled, and I snorted, eyes focused intently on the ads playing on the large screen.

This was going to be a long night.

***

  The movie was good. Really good. Charlie was absorbed by the mind numbing explosions and amount of shirtless guys. Roy was too, well the explosions bit at least, his arm thrown across Jen's shoulders', who had chosen to sit by me.

  I was trying, desperately trying, to focus at the whole plot. The actors, the lines. But, it was getting kind of hard when Jen's fingers were playing with my hand.

  I finally resulted to moving my hand to my lap, casting a side ways glare at her. She just smiled as if that was natural.

  Okay, back to the movie. It was one of those cheesy action films, I suppose, with the lead guy shirtless throughout most of it. And the lead girl barely dressed herself. There were a lot of explosions, some intense make out scenes (and when I say intense, I mean teeth bashing, tongue tying, hands everywhere intense) and catchy lines. Or corny. Really depends.