An hour. Minho would be picking me up in an hour. We were going to the movies, but we weren't sure which movie we wanted to watch yet.
I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black and white Fall Out Boy t-shirt. I straightened my hair and pulled on my white Doc Martins. I was finishing my makeup when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs.
I opened the front door and Minho stood there in the doorway with one red rose.
"Hey babe! I picked this up for you on the way here. I thought you would like it."
"I love it thanks!" I stepped on to the porch and closed the door behind me.
We got into the truck and Minho started it up. The truck began to make a weird noise.
"Sorry about that. I've been spending so much time with you that I haven't had the time to work on my truck." He said in reply to the truck's gurgling noise. "But it's fine, I would rather spend time with you than work on some truck. But, if my truck falls apart because I'm spending all my time with you, you're being blamed." he laughed and squeezed my hand as he said the last sentence.
We turned out of the cul-de-sac I lived on, and turned on to the Main Street that leads to the highway.
"So, y/n, I was thinking, we should go see a horror movie." Minho said keeping his eyes locked on the road.
"But Minho, you know I get scared really easily."
"It's fine," Minho replied. "I'll be there with you."
"Fine." I gave in.
We arrived at the theater, and we bought our tickets. I went to find us seats, while Minho went to the snack bar.
I found us a place to sit towards the back of the theater. A few minutes later, Minho came back with Swedish fish and a large Coke, our usual. Just as he sat down, the movie started.
The first few minutes of the movie were fine. But than it got really scary. I pulled my legs up in the chair, and put my head between my legs.
Minho pulled the arm rest between us up, and pulled my tense body over, so my head rested in his lap. He began to stroke my hair, and I immediately began to relax.
I started to whimper and he whispered in my ear, "y/n, it's okay. It's just a movie." He kissed me on the cheek, and than sat up straight again.
After what seemed like the longest hour and a half of my life, the movie was over.
"Are you okay?" Minho asked as we walked out of the theater.
"No!" I exclaimed. "That was an awful idea, slinthead "
Minho laughed at my sudden outburst. "Well why don't we go get some ice cream to cheer up up?"
"Yeah! Let's go."
