The Power Of Night

The Critics

They were quiet. Delaney didn't say a word. She felt like everything dying to escape her lips would be off limits, and soonly pushed away.
She starts to speak on an unrelated topic.

"You know how in those chick flicks the guy always asks the line 'so, what's your story?"

She Glanced over at Carter.
He cracked a smile.

"Yeah in like EVERY romantic movie."

Delaney laughed. Of course Carter understood this . Dumb things were THEIR things.
They could always count on a laugh.

"It's wierd though," Delaney says straightening her lips.
"How they just like expect an answer, you know?"

Carter knods, waving his non-driving hand in the air.

"Yeah! I'm like, how do expect me to sum up my entire existance with one sentence!!"

"Cater," she says, trying to stay serious. She looked deeply in his eyes.

"What's your story? "

They burst out laughing. If anyone were awake to hear them, they'd think they were lunatics.

"I miss watching stupid chic flicks."
Carter states.

Delaney did too, the clichės, the predictable plot lines, and the gag worthy dialogue.

"Let's see one tonight!" Delaney exclaims, proba ly more enthusiastic then any other phrase to echo of her throat.

"Wow, didn't take you for a movie junkie! Okay,what movie do you want to see?"

Delaney scoweld

"How can we see JUST ONE?!"

Carter laughed

"See what i mean! I bet your room is full of dvds, do you have a t.v. in there Delaney , is it a bit of an obsession?"

Delaney pretend sighed.

"That doesn't answere my question about multiple movies,"

Carter sat as he pursed his lips.
Delaney could see he was empty of ideas.
But she didnt hesitate to give her own.

" We buy one ticket each, but we see multiple. " she grins

" spend like, what, 15 minutes on a three hour movie, rotate to the next one."

Carter revved the engine in delight, the car speeding in the dark.
For once, excitmebt pounded in Delaney's chest. What was next?
Was there a next?

Like everythong else theu had visited, the theatre was quiet.

At the admission box sat a teenaged kid nearly asleep.

Carter rapped on the glass.

The kid shook himself awake.
Seeing him jerk to lively ness and yawn made delaney want to lie down.
Her eyelids suddenly felt droopy.
She quickly shook herself awake.
Movie. Movie. Movie.

"What... can i... help you with. " the kid says yawning inbetween .
I couldn't tell of he was rolling his eyes or if he was falling asleep mid sentence.

"What are your midnight showings?" Carter bubbles energetically, the sleepiness had no affect on him.

The kid sighed, trying to hold himself together.

"The Manly Man, Deep Seas, Standing tall, and Racecar-fast punch."

"Definitely Racecar-fast-punch" Carter says trying not to laugh, that boy.