Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Caught

I can still feel the sting of losing my friend. We weren't best friends. We were good friends. We were close. I talked to her several times a day. We had a common thread. Our lives, it seemed were somewhat parallel. We had the same experiences. We did the same things. We were parallel over and over again. Years apart, that was it. And I just pray I don't have the same fate.

"Mark, you always pick the shittiest movies." I tell him as I look over at Derek. He nods his head in agreement. Mark was horrible at picking movies. Every one we went to was the worst movie I had ever seen.

"This one will be good, I'm sure of it." Mark tells me defensively as he looks into the rearview mirror.

"Uh huh... Sure." I tell him as I shake my head. I park the car. It seems every time we go I get the same damn spot. The funny thing is, our mall is really busy, so this is an amazing feat indeed. "We will see about that..." I laugh, knowing better.

As we walk in the mall, I know people are looking. One girl. Two guys. Mark and I do not look related because we are not. But I seriously can't help but think about what people are thinking. I know that we don't look like we are together in anyway. There is no affections. I guess friends, but really we aren't. Just a non-related cousin and a fuck buddy. Quite the group. I walk up and pay for the tickets. Grandpa gave me the money. This time instead of scamming, I decide to be a decent human being.

"Do you have your id?" The boy asks me as he looks. My id? Seriously? Seriously? I am twenty years old. This is a rated R movie. And this is fucked. Completely ridiculous.

"What do I look, twelve? Are you fucking kidding me? Do I look like a fucking kid to you? If you think I am walking all the way back out there, you are fucking crazy. You can walk your ass out to my car and get my id." I shout. Okay, I may have over reacted. I tend to do that. Just a little.

"Enjoy the show." He says as he hands me the tickets and nods for me to get the hell out of there. I don't blame them, I am crazy. Woohoo... Out there.

"God, Mer." Derek says in shock. He should know me by now, apparently he doesn't.

"Fuck yes... That was great. Did you see the look on his face? More importantly the piss stain on his stupid ass black pants." Mark chuckles proudly.

Mark eats a lot. Actually, I think at home, they feed him in a trough. I big trough. We call him the bottomless pit. And right now, I am thanking god I don't have to feed him. Because right now, he owes the theater over twenty five dollars for food. Me, I am simple. I always get an icee. I order my favorite cherry icee. Derek follows suit. Mine is red. His is blue. Mix them together and you get purple. Hot and cold make warm.

Mark likes to sit up front. I like to side midway back. And Derek, he seems to like to sit all the way in the back. We all look at each other. I could sit by myself and not care. Well, maybe I would care. A lot. Because I know everyone would be watching my back. Look at that girl. She is alone.

"Middle. Period." I tell them as I shrug and walk to a seat. I am the boss. I am always the boss. And judging by the fact that they are rushing behind like dogs, they seem to know that. "Damn, Mark... Did you really need all of that?" I ask in shock as he begins to work his treasure trove of foodstuffs.

"I did." He tells me with a shrug. I look around the theater. Apparently this is the busy time. It is packed. And when I say packed, I mean packed. I sigh as the place goes dark.

I'm beginning to think I am a bit ADD. Either that, or this movies blows chucks and blows them hard. I look around the theater, trying to find something to entertain myself. Then I make the mistake of looking over. I look over at him. And this is bad.