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theater trouble - brandon ingram

this is inspired by the time brandon was playing for the lakers and he punched chris paul.

TW??????

"you ready baby?" brandon says, holding the door. i nod as a response and we drive to the nearest theater. we decide that we should watch "a quiet place" since we have watched the creed over and over again. brandon don't really get scared easily, that's why it was so hard to find a movie that is actually going to scare him.

theaters
"two tickets for a quiet place please" i say smiling at the cashier. "that would be $150" she says. damn. "here you go" "thank you so much" i walk over to brandon who's waiting outside the line. "this movie better not fail me, y/n" he says while holding my hand and we enter the cinema. we sit at the 5th row because we don't like being really near.

"shii we're the only in this row?" he says, rubbing his hands. oh no. "baby you looking extra fine today btw" he says putting his hand on my thigh. "not here brandon" "what you meaaan, we did it last time?" he says, rubbing on my thigh and his hand slowly goes up. i stopped him, "yeah because you were looking too good" "so you're saying i don't look good? it's like that, okay" he says, sitting 1 seat apart from me. "you're such a child" i say between chuckles. keep playing then mf.

halfway into the movie, brandon was clinging onto me. i couldn't do anything hut laugh everytime he jumps. "y/n your laughing doesnt contribute anything to lessen the fear in my body rn" he says, tightly clinging on to me. i just laughed.

end of the movie
"how was it baby? did you like it?" i ask, and he scoffs. "i would've liked it even kore if you let me-" "okay" i say, inhaling as he laughs. "im kidding baby, i enjoyed it. it scared me surprisingly" he says. "yeah no shit, you were like koala clinging onto me" i say and he chuckles. we were on our way out the cinema when i felt somebody grab my ass.

"what the f" "yo what the fuck" we turned around to see a white man, grinning as he was walking behind us. brandon immediately landing a punch making the guy fall. "the fuck is wrong with you" the guy says standing up, going at brandon. both were held by a bunch of people. "the fuck you grabbing on my girl for" "what are you talking about man" "of course your ugly musty ass would lie about grabbing a woman" brandon says, trying to get at him. "brandon let's just go" i say, holding his hand only for him to yank it away, "no y/n we wont leave until this mf apologize. what you think im leaving this place letting this shit slide" "hey man, just apologize" a random guy who was holding brandon says. "the fuck am i apologizing for? she obviously liked it" the guy says and i felt tears of anger form. brandon was really trying so hard to get at the guy when they were all of a sudden held by the security guards. "next time i see you, i'll beat your fucking ass" brandon says pointing at him repeatedly. he aggressively grabs my hand and we walk out of the theater.

parking lot
"you okay baby?" brandon says cupping my cheek. i look at him and smiled, "yeah. thank you." i say, leaning on his shoulder. "baby you know i got you anytime and anywhere. i aint letting no mf disrespect my girl like that. shit is disgusting" he says, as i wrap my arms around him. "i love you"

"i love you too"

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hey lol imma do another one wait