I Was Saved... by the Jerkface

The Movies

"You have got to be kidding me," I told Blake, incredulous. Was he crazy?

Blake's blonde hair shifted as he jerked his head to get it out of his face. "Would I kid about that?"

"Well I certainly hope so!" I was sure my face portrayed the shock I was feeling on the inside.

"Nope. Come on, Annabelle. Let's do it! Please?" he begged me, widening his eyes until I couldn't take it anymore. He was just too adorable for his own good.

But I still didn't budge. "Blake, for the last time, no!"

"Ughhhh!" Blake grunted, making himself comfortable as he rolled over onto his stomach on my bed, defeated.

Let me explain. Here's how it went down. Blake had said he had something in mind for us to do tonight, since we were at my house and we basically had nothing at all to do. So he comes up with this insane idea that we could sneak out of my apartment (almost impossible, by the way. My parents have freaking super-hearing), go ten blocks north and three blocks west to the Hudson river, catch a ferry into New Jersey and somehow magically fly down to the coast, where we could go swimming in the Atlantic Ocean. Now can someone please explain to me how in the world that would work? Because he certainly thought it would go without a hitch.

"How the hell did you come up with that? It's a crazy idea, and most importantly, it would never work!" I informed him, wondering if he was on crazy pills. In which case, I might need to take him to the nearest psychiatric ward.

"Why wouldn't it work?" he asked as if I were stupid. He propped himself up on one elbow, waiting for my answer.

"Would you like a list of about a zillion reasons why that could never work, or do I just need to give you a few?" I asked sarcastically.

"Alright, I get it," he sighed in defeat. He mumbled to himself, "I thought it was a pretty good idea."

"Blake, it was an amazing idea. If we were rich, didn't have parents, and an unlimited supply of tennis shoes for all the walking we would be doing," I told him. 

"But it would be fun," he insisted. A smile crept over his lips as he said this.

I giggled a bit. "Yes, yes it would."

"So if you don't want to do that, what are your bright ideas?" he asked me, raising his eyebrows.

"I haven't come up with any yet. I was kind of depending on you for that," I joked, poking him in the chest.

"Well, we could watch a movie or something," he suggested. I assumed he meant in my room or out in the living room.

An idea struck me, and I almost felt the lightbulb go off in my head. "Blake, you're a genius!" I exclaimed, excitement taking over. I haven't been to a movie theatre in ages.

"We've already established this, but why?" he asked, cocky as ever. His eyes roved my face, then down to my neck, and I wondered what he was thinking. There was a strange expression on his face once the smirk faded, and I didn't know what it was.

I cleared my throat, my cheeks turning a rosy color.

"Sorry," he said, looking down, even though he didn't sound sorry in the least.

"It's fine. So we should, um, go see a movie... or something," I said. I knew I was stammering, and wanted to shoot myself for it. Blake was staring down politely, not wanting to make me uncomfortable, but that gave him the chance to look at more of my body and not my face. I felt the need to grab a pillow to cover myself with, or better yet whack him with it. I was only wearing short cotton shorts to cover my legs, and I was a pretty self-conscious person, so I felt exposed. "Blake," I said in a warning tone, and when he looked up at me I tried my best to look menacing.