Fake Sam

28. Sam: I dunno.

28. Sam: I dunno.

It was only twenty minutes into the movie, and I was starving! And I was very glad the movie had high volume so that neither Logan or Andrew would hear my stomach and make me eat something. But then, for some odd reason, a group of old people behind me started yelling about not being able to hear or see.

Then why did you come in pubic to see a movie? I ask to myself, and drop my head into the cup of my hand.

And only a minute of their scowls before the lights flick on and the big screen pauses, security guards pour into the room and search high and low for something.

I whip my head around to Logan, ready to see if he knows what's going on, but he isn't there. I turn back to Andrew, "Where's Logan?"

He leans forward to see past me at his seat, when he doesn't see Logan, he sits back and shrugs.

"Can you go look for him?" I ask. I don't want to be here alone. Logan set it up, and even though I like Andrew, I really don't think I could go on without Logan around; he's the only support I've got.

Andrew nods and heads out of the room.

I sit and wait, looking around the theater and watching security guards flash mini lights under the seats.

"Sam?" I hear someone call from behind me; only audible over the security guards which have moved to the back.

I turn in my seat to see a large group, taking the whole first row, of old people. My eyes scan along them and soon Grandma Carpenter comes into view.

"Sammy-boo! Hey darling, what brings you here?" She hunches over to behind my seat. One thing you need to know about my grandma, she is way more energetic than she needs to be, she's given herself three heart attacks from excitement alone. And, I also think she's bipolar; if not that, a vampire.

"Hi-iii grandma," I drag the 'i' unsure why she's here. "It's the movie theater, and I thought I'd come see this movie with some friends." I answer her last question.

He eyelashes are curled upwards, and she bats them. "That's cute! I am with my friends from the Home and we thought it'd be fun to go out like when we were young."

"You're still young grandma," I say under my breath, which she asks about. She is only 59, she had my dad when she was 17. And I don't know why she is at a retirement home already, but one day she came to us and said she quit working at the bank finally and was moving; when we asked where, she responded, "Over the rainbow, down yonder at Clover Retirement."

Who knows what runs through that ladies mind sometimes. Maybe she's on drugs...

"Well, I finished hemming your mother's jacket and I was wondering when I need to bring it by. Oh, and Sam, I heard your hormones are finally kicking in. How's it feel?"

I stare with my mouth agape, "Grandma!"

She chuckles with her teeth together, "Okay sweetie. Bye-ee." She waddles back to her seat and situates in the chair between the ladies.

I feel my face getting hot from all of the grandparents watching, and then I feel a vibrate in my pocket. I take out my phone and hold it up for better service.

"Ooh! She's taking a picture! Smile everyone!" An old, thick-glasses lady yells, soon making everyone smoosh their wrinkled faces into a large group of old people faces smiling toward me. I look at them and notice that they think I'm taking a picture.

My hand waves at them-

"Come on, my dentures can't handle this cool air." The creepy man on the end complains.

"But I'm not-"

"Well hurry then! Cameras these days, they have too many settings!" My grandma explains to them.

I nod and search for my camera, not bothering about the setting since it's not going to be framed or anything.

I bring my phone back down and allow the oldies to continue with conversations about yarn and medicines, and I glance to my phone.

I'm not seeing him. You wanna come out and help look. Last place I have to check is the bathroom, I would think he's in there. Texts Andrew.

I reply, yes, and get up to leave.

First I weave through all the security guards talking through the walkie-talkies on their shoulder, and then I make it out to the emptied lobby. Only some kids at the arcade and a lady running to the bathroom; probably didn't want to miss anything.

Then I hear some yelling in the men's bathroom. And a man runs out.

I guess Andrew's probably;y in there, but what's wrong with that man?

"Paramedic! We need a Paramedic! How about Security? Anything!" He grabs my shoulders and shakes me after running to me with his craze.

"um, No. I don't know anything. Except all the security guards are in theater 4."

He runs straight that way and I watch him dart into the theater I just came from.

What was wrong with him? Hmm, whatever.

I walk down to the other wing and look at each room for Logan.

I hear Security guards move into the lobby and through to the men's bathroom; their steps and yelling echoing against the tile walls. Andrew comes out through that crowd, and I think I see Logan too, but when I second glance, he isn't their. Plus Andrew would have probably seen him.

"Not in there." Andrew calls ahead before stopping in front of me.

"I don't know where he could've gone." I say, and Andrew nods.

"Well, should we go finish the movie? I mean, we paid. And, he knows what he's doing, he's not a child or anything."

I smile and  nod. Andrew's right, and Logan probably did this on purpose. Plus, everything is going fine already.

We go back to the theater and wait ten more minutes until the lights dim and the screen goes back in motion.

Andrew whispers something I can't here, and I nod, smiling to pretend I understand. Then his hand comes over mine.

I smile at the screen. Today is a good day.

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Eeek! I know this is incredibly short, but I need to get things speeding up! So I am going to finish whatever is happening in the theater and get on with their lives!

Please tell me it still kept you interested though! I promise that this story wil get much better from here to the end! And plus, I need to tell you Fake Sam is probab;y going to be ending withing the next month or so.... maybe three months( since I am running out of time to right!)

Maybe if all ends well, I can make a sequel, but I don't really know if that can happen. Any ideas? Well, I am going to try to work hard on this for the rest of this month and June, and see if I can bring upon a close.

If you liked this chapter, please comment, vote, or follow. Again, I hope it wasn't to short or pointless, even though I think it was, personally.

I'll see you soon!

~Katy~