Popcorn - #DerpCrundee One-shot [400 Followers]

First Touch

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"Ian I'd much rather-" "C'mon dude, please. It'll do a world of good for you to get out for once." I turn away, looking at myself in the mirror. Gaunt face, brown hair hanging over my forehead and a sad pair of big, hideously crooked eyes staring mournfully back at me. "I hate myself." I whisper hoarsely. Ian hugs me. "Stop saying that-" "But you know it's true Ian. As my brother you'd know-" He slaps my face gently. "Derp please, listen to me, you're beautiful, you're unique. You're not ugly or scary, you're my brother." I blink back tears from my stinging eyes. My horrible eyes. "I'm falling apart Ian..." I sob, covering my face. I feel his arms round me and I rest my head on his shoulder, sobbing from an already raw throat. "You need someone Derp. Someone to love you. I can't do it." I sniff, wiping my tears away. "I-I'll go out...you never know, maybe not everyone will run away from me." He looks at me sadly. "I love you Derp, you're my brother. I don't want you to torment yourself like this anymore." I sigh. "Ok...I'll try."
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I stride into the cinema, popcorn in one hand, ticket in the other. I find my seat and sit down, munching on the popcorn. Mm, sweet and salty. I get out my phone and turn off notifications. It was good to get out and about again, I hated my empty apartment. Ever since Sophie left... I grit my teeth. Don't think about her... Someone sits down beside me and I nod briefly to them. They nod back, running a hand through their hair. I glance at them out of the corner of my eye. Tall, lean, slightly muscular, wearing a black denim jacket and jeans with a blue undershirt. He looks so familiar... The lights go down and he blends into the darkness. I look back round at the screen as the adverts start up. My gaze wanders over to the guy next to me again. He looks so sad, his icy blue eyes flickering as the adverts float by. I stare at him. He looks round and I start, looking down at the popcorn in embarrassment. "Urm...do you want some popcorn?" He smiles weakly. "Why not?" I offer him the bag and he takes some. His hand is deathly pale. Mine brushes against it as I keep hold of the popcorn; it's freezing cold. I look at him. "You ok?" He nods shakily.

On the screen there's an intimate scene between a couple and my heart aches horribly. How I wish I had someone to hold, someone's heartbeat to listen to, someone's lips to kiss...I look round and that guy is staring at me now. He smiles shyly and I smile back. "More popcorn?" He blushes. "Ok." I take some at the same time and our hands brush against eachother. A shiver suddenly goes down my spine at his cold skin on contact with mine, my heart skipping beats in my chest. Our eyes meet and I squint. Is one of his...facing...outwards? There's a soft bristle on his chin and shadows from the bright screen pass over his gaunt looking face. Wow...he looks...good. I blink in surprise at myself. Am I...bisexual? He looks away and I curse my sudden pounding heart. I do my best to focus on the film instead of the guy next to me but I keep getting strange desires about him. I sense him edging closer. I look at the screen. The two lovers are entwined again, kissing passionately. I wonder about the guy next to me. Was he single? Was he interested? I sigh. I feel his gaze burning into me again and turn my head, meeting it. I wish I could see his face properly. From what I can see it's chiselled and attractive. He looks so pale though...and tired. Tired of life. He seems lonely too, same as me.

I look back at the screen. The film looks like it's ending. The lovers are standing at the edge of the cliff, watching the sun set. It's really romantic. My breathing hitches as the guy's hand brushes over mine again. If only I could hold it...warm him. Warm his heart... The film ends and people start leaving the cinema. I finish off my popcorn and the guy beside me stands up. I follow him out of the cinema. We step out into the bustling street. I blink, adjusting my eyes to the bright light. I turn to find the guy who was next to me and see him walking away, head bowed, hands in pockets. I dash after him. We enter a quieter street, cobbled and sheltered by stout brick buildings. I catch up to him and tap his shoulder. He turns round and I freeze, gazing at his face, finally revealed to me. He's breathtakingly good looking. I can finally see the entirety of the glimpses I got in the cinema, and his eyes... They're a beautiful icy blue and...crooked? He sighs. "You can stare all you like, I know how hideous they are." His voice is hoarse, slightly strained with a bitter sense of self hate to it. I shake my head in awe. "No, they're amazing..." He looks at me in surprise, then frowns. "Do I...know you? You look kinda familiar..." I look at him. "So do you." As an afterthought I ask, "Do you have a brother?" He nods. "What's his name?" "Ian Stapleton."
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"Ian I'm back!" "'Kay Derp, I'll be down in a minute!" Crainer stares at me. "Derp...as in...Derp SSu-?!" "Hey!" I look round as Ian enters the living room, smiling at me. "Good film?" I nod. His gaze goes to Crainer and his eyes widen. "C-Crainer?! What are you doing here, in America?!" Crainer smiles sadly. "Sophie broke up with me...I moved here to get a fresh start. Don't worry, I'm not stalking you." Ian laughs a little. "Haha, yeah, but uh, I'm really sorry to hear that...." Crainer nods, sighing. My heart sinks. He just got out of a relationship; with a girl... Wouldn't be interested in me. I sigh unoticeably, going into the kitchen. I tremble a little as I feel his gaze follow me. My self esteem is non existent so I hate myself for not talking to him, if only I had the guts to... "So how's things Crainer?" "Alright I guess...it's taking some getting used to, you know..." "Yeah..."

I lean against the counter. What is it about him? Is it his accent? His soft, golden looking hair? When his warm hand brushed against my cold one? Or is it his eyes?...his beautiful, glimmering, emerald eyes? "Derp you alright? You look like you're gonna be sick." I knew why the tone of worry was in Ian's voice; I'd made myself physically sick before from worry and self hate, paranoia and mind wracking grief setting in too. "I-I'm fine..." I look down at my hands, seeing them shaking, the veins on the backs of them standing out from their prominent bones. Now I was feeling sick. I'm bent double over the sink, my stomach twisting as I fought my gag reflexes. I felt a hand on my back, but it wasn't as heavy as Ian's. I glimpsed Crainer supporting me out of the corner of my eye. "It's ok, it's ok..." I shake, crying, feeling stupidly weak. I was losing control. My body was giving up on me; I was in shock, slowly dying. "C-Crainer..." "Yes?" "I-I-" My legs suddenly give out and I slide down onto the floor, my vision going black...