Holliewood (Completed)

chapter thirty-three

"Look at the mess you made," I told Micah.
He had dropped some popcorn onto the blanket we were sharing.

"Shh, this is the best part," he said, picking up the fallen popcorn and shoving it in his mouth. As much as he tried to get most of it, crumbs of it and salt particles remained.

I shook my head at him.

My hand reached for some of popcorn as I turned my eyes back to the projector ahead of us.

Micah had suggested we have a cinema-styled movie night, just because movies were something we easily bonded over whenever I visited home. And also because it was another excuse to watch Shrek for the hundredth time.

The scene that he dubbed the best part of the film was the scene of Shrek and Donkey rescuing Princess Fiona from the dragon. That could've easily been debated because I thought the best part was the one where they crashed the wedding.

We continued watching the movie and got to the scenes where Princess Fiona, Shrek and Donkey journeyed back to Dulock.

"Can we spend tomorrow with $killz?" He randomly asked, still stuffing his face with popcorn and taking sips of his Pepsi in between.

I thought of my answer, "Well... yeah, if he's available. I'd just have to find out."

"I hope he is. He's cool," he said, briefly looking at me before looking back at the TV.

"Yeah," I said, munching on some more popcorn and analysing the movie, "I always found it weird how they eat rats in this scene."

"I don't know about you, but they make it look good."

"Ew, Micah," I cringed.

It got some laughter out of him, "you know some people actually eat that in real life, right? Don't knock it til you try it."

"No, thank you," I shook my head, sipping my drink.

"You know? Mom, Dad and I went to this place one time and they made us try grasshoppers. It tasted real good," he shared.

"When was this?"

"Spring break. Dad ate it all up like it was nothing, but you know mom is just like you so she almost didn't try it. Dad made her do it."

"I'm guessing it was all Dad's idea."

"Ding ding ding," he mimicked an alarm, taking another handful of the popcorn and dropping some yet again.

"Boy," I glared at him, "you eat like the popcorn is running away."

"It tastes good though."

"It doesn't mean be messy," I nudged his arm.

He mimicked me under his breath with a goofy expression, "it's doesn't mean be messy"

I opened my mouth, "Hey, that's not nice."

We exchanged a glance. I couldn't help it, I broke into laughter which made him do the same. I'll admit, the way he mimicked me was funny.

He was funny and to me, the best baby brother any sister could ask for. There was just so much beauty in our bond; Micah felt like an extension of me. No amount of time away from him could lessen the bond we shared, because every time we reunited it was like we had just seen each other the day prior. His birth was one of my favourite childhood memories.

"You excited for 11th grade?" I randomly asked him, the movie now becoming background sound.

"Eh," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What do you mean eh? It's the year you get to go to junior prom," I said, trying to get him excited.

"It's only girls who care for that kind of stuff. I might just skip it."