No Status Quo

1. Movie, Aunt and Leo?

Absence makes the hearts grow fonder.

Basically it means that when the people we love are not with us, we're just attracted to them more. I never believed in that stuff, until now. As I think about my mom, and her love for cinemas of course. We used to go for movie nights twice every week, though at first it was annoying. Later I learnt to enjoy it, plus mom was there. We had the same movie preferences so things were great.

I'm brought back to earth when Kaitlin squeals, "Oh my, it's happening!"

Not going to lie, my attention was elsewhere. Now, I look at the big screen and groan in horror. The two leads are holding hands as they're running across a field, giggling like idiots. Why did I agree to come watch a romance movie again?

I faux-gag as she hits me on the arm, "Shut up, it's cute." She says triumphantly, wiping a tear from her eye. "And the fun part? I shipped them from the start."

I stare at her in horror while sipping from my soda, "Why are you crying??" I ask in disbelief. 

 An old lady sitting in the front turns towards us and hisses, "Shh."

I smile sweetly at her. When she turns back around, Kate says, "Sweetie, this is literally the best scene ever, I hope they elope." She sighs, her eyes fixed on the screen.

"You mean the worst scene." I say with a shudder. How can she watch it? I can't even bear the sight of love. Couples holding hands, dates, and the term romance in general. Ugh. My best friend, on the other hand, loves everything about it. To my utter disbelief, she sniffles when the guy is going back home. All around sniffles can be heard in the dark. The guy on screen is this bad boy, this is what I understand anyway. The girl, on the other hand is good and wants to be with the boy. Apparently her father doesn't want that. So they are making plans to run away and get married in Vegas. I must be the only person not crying. Literally everyone is crying. Hello? People he hasn't died or something. I probably will never understand why people cry when watching romance movies. 

What a complete waste of time. 

Kate shoves some popcorn in her mouth, "Sometimes I'm not sure if you're human." She says, chewing thoughtfully, "I mean you don't have emotions clearly. I still don't get why you hate romantic movies anyway."

The old lady turns to glare at us again and I quickly say, "Sorry."

Why isn't she focusing on the movie for heaven's sake? Oh yeah, our talking is getting to her. And old people watch romance too? Wow. My grandmother watches crime documentaries and murder mysteries, also, in the between she shouts at the characters, "He is the killer! You fool, don't trust him!". Stuff like that, and she makes me sit with her too whenever I go to visit her. 

"I hate romantic movies," And everything romantic, "Because it's plain disgusting." I say with a grin. "I'd rather die than fall for anyone."

Kate shoots me the filthiest look I'd ever seen. Meanwhile I shrug, observing how her silvery blonde hair glows from the screen's light.

Sometimes I wonder how the two of us are this close. Kaitlin and I have been best friends since middle school to be exact. It started when one day there was no space to sit in the lunchroom, so when I went outside I found her sitting there all by herself. We talked, and then found out that we literally had the same interests, well apart from movie genres, and ahem, a certain thing, and just like that we became best friends.

I close my eyes and lean back in my seat. Better seeing darkness than people making out, right?

"I swear to God. You'll be eating your words, Rosen."