The Bad Boy Ate My Shirt

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POV: you are Brad

Against my better judgement, I showed up at the movie theater at 7:02 PM. I was nervous, but I tried to keep Master's advice in mind. I saw Marisa waiting, and I could feel the noose tighten around my neck. I could only hope that she wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

"Hi! You're here!" she said with a wave. She seems friendly enough so far. I may not want to be here, but I guess she's just really into me and not really into the idea of hurting me. Brad relaxed a bit

"Oh, uh, yeah. Hi." I said awkwardly.

"So do you have anything you want to see?" Marisa asked.

"Not really. Haven't checked what's on." Brad had agreed to come to the movies, but I had no idea what was actually playing there. I suppose I should've looked beforehand, but I didn't think to.

"That's fine! It'll show on screen when we go up to buy tickets!" Marisa said before leading the way to the ticket stand.

As I looked over the options, one movie in particular caught my eye. Morbius. I had really been wanting to see Morbius after seeing its endless critical acclaim. Maybe this date wouldn't be so bad after all.

As I asked the employee at the desk for the tickets, Marisa hugged my arm and leaned on me. I tried to lean away. Unlike Master, her touch wasn't soothing. It was almost like a death grip. Like a lion that caught its prey and wanted to make sure it never got away. It made me uncomfortable, and I started to squirm. I managed to break free of her iron grasp by suggesting that we go get some popcorn. I bought a large bucket of popcorn for the both of us and some apple juice for myself (it was a tradition for me to always get some sort of juice when going to the movies). Marisa got coke.

The movie was every bit as amazing as I had expected it to be. It was so moving and emotional, especially when he said "it's morbin' time." Despite how enthralling the movie was, though, I found it hard to focus with Marisa constantly trying to make moves on me. Timing her bites so that our hands would touch, pretending to be scared so she could hug me. It was getting annoying. Trying to ignore her, I found myself thinking: if only it were Master here with me instead of Marisa, and my whole world transformed. I now found it hard to focus, but for a different reason. Now, every time I looked over, I saw Master sitting there, occasionally brushing his soft hair out of his face. My heart would do a somersault every time he smiled at me, and he would occasionally rest his hand on mine.

When the movie ended, we looked at each other, and I felt heat rise to my face.

"What did you think?" he asked, tilting his head and smiling gently.

"I loved it," I managed to choke out. "W-what did you think?"

"It was good," he said, his voice giving me goosebumps, "but it was even better with you here." The light from the screen reflected off of his face in a way that made Brad go crazy, and without thinking, he kissed him.

"Drew..." I whispered, before a horrifying realization dawned on me. My eyes widened as I looked at the person across from me and scrambled backwards, realizing that the person I just kissed was not Master.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" I wiped my mouth on my sleeve before raising my hands in protest. Marisa stared at me in shock, clearly flustered. She started leaning in toward me with a look I couldn't describe and I leaned back as far as I could, cowering: "imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorrypleasedonthurtme-" I was cut off when a pair of lips covered mine, and a wave of nausea washed over me. What is she going to do now?!! She's gonna kill me! I'm going to die!!

"P-please, no more.." I whispered in terror. "I didn't mean it, so-" To my surprise, Marisa actually listened, sitting up in her own seat.

"You didn't...mean it?" The hurt in her voice made me feel bad. Once again, I screwed up.

"Sorry, I just....." How the hell was I going to talk my way out of this one? "I was daydreaming, and I got caught up in my thoughts, and I didn't even know what I was doing."

"Oh. Well, I guess...I'm sorry for kissing you when you didn't want to," she said. Maybe she's not as bad as I thought. "But you seem to do that a lot, daydreaming. Is that what happened when you ate my shirt?" I winced and blushed.

"I...don't really want to think about that," I said earnestly. Marisa giggled.

"Well did you like the movie?" she asked, and I was relieved for the change in subject. I nodded.

"Yeah, it was amazing. What'd you think?"

"I agree! I actually cried a bit when he said 'it's morbin time!'"

"Yeah, that part hit different," I agreed, and it felt like we were actually having a normal conversation for once.

Maybe we could be friends after all.