Less than Lovers, More than Friends

At the Movies

I have never been a huge fan of going to see movies. For one thing it costs too much. I guess it's not exorbitant, but for someone who really isn't enjoying it anyhow, it's an unnecessary cost. I don't like the gamble you take when you go to see something that few have seen. You may get stuck in a seat, staring at a screen in the equivalent of pure torture. I have done this many times. I guess I am too nice to just walk out and end my suffering. I suppose I like to suffer with the others. Not to mention, the seats hurt my butt, no matter how cushy they are.

I sit back in my seat, midway through the theater. Mark likes the front, so close to the screen that you can see the actor's pores. Me, I like the middle. In my opinion it is a happy medium. And Derek, I'm sure you figured out that he likes the back. I wonder why? You don't have to be very smart to realize just why Derek likes the back. I guess if I was a smart girl, I would have let him pick the back. I was not.

"You know I like the back..." Derek breathes into my hair as I stare forward. He is so close, I can smell him.

"Mmm... I guess I forgot." I mutter as I glance over. I glance with my eyes, not my head. When I glance with my head, that tends to give Derek an excuse to plant a kiss on me.

"We could move..." Derek suggests as he looks at the side of my head. I sigh as I look up there, it is pretty empty. We could head up there. "Do you want to?"

"Okay." I finally agree. I have been caught doing things in this place do much, I'm fearful to move when inside. I almost half consider wearing a wig these days. Anything to hide my identity.

"Mark... We're going up there." Derek says with a smirk as he looks at his friend. Mark is no fool. He knows exactly why. The thing I don't get is how he can pass judgement. I'm sure that he is doing the same thing at home with his girlfriend.

"Yeah... Fucking leave me down here looking like a dumbass." Mark growls as he looks around. I can't blame him. If it were me, I would be just as angry. I would be sure that every person behind me was seeing the tragic image before them. That poor person had no one to come with them.

"You can come too." Derek says with a smile as he looks around. "As long as you don't mind moaning." He says with a smirk.

"Nice... No. Nope, I think I will head down to where I want to sit." He tells us as he looks around.

"You know, down there everyone will see you. No one will be in front of you. That means the theater will see that you are alone." I point out as I look around. It isn't full, but there are enough people.

"I don't care what they think." He tells me as he looks around and then gets up. Derek and I look at each other, shrugging at the same time. Sometimes Mark is a strange bird. There is no question about that.

"Okay then..." I say with wide eyes as I move down the aisle and up towards the top. I see people watching us. I am sure some of them realize just why we are making such a drastic move. "You just want to get me in trouble." I tell Derek frankly. I know that he loves to stay right there on the edge.

"Maybe." He says with a smile as he looks into my eyes. "That may be." He agrees as he buries his mouth in my neck. I'm not really sure why guys like to do that. They love to peck kisses and bury their faces. I hate kisses, but if they aren't on my face, I'm better than I would be.

"And what do you plan on doing for me?" I ask. It's all about me, or at least it should be. He should be pleasing me however and whenever I want him to. I know that I do more than enough for him.

"I think I can think of a thing or two." He says as he stands up. I look at him with a puzzled look as he peels his button up shirt off of his body. His tight white tee shirt only shows off his impeccable chest and makes him look absolutely amazing. I watch as he gently places his shirt on the seat. He makes sure the whole thing is completely covered.