Increase the Medication

Your Skittles Taste Better

"Well, everyone's here, I guess we can can go, unless you guys don't want to sit through previews," Mikey said.

Frank, Ray, and Bob were sitting on the floor, Mikey was in a beanbag chair, Gerard was sprawled across his couch, and I was sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Yes, please, your house is so fucking boring!" I groaned, getting up.

"Then why are you here?" Bob asked.

"Because, I was brought here," I said, pointing at Gerard.

"Hey, don't blame me! I was just being nice," he stated.

I rolled my eyes and grinned, walking towards the stairs. Frank followed, then hugged me from behind once we were out of sight of the others.

"Hey, cutie," he whispered.

"I told him no," I said, referring to the question Gerard has asked at Starbucks. Honestly, I didn't feel the need for trivial high school relationships. Most of them go nowhere, so why waste my time on feeling angsty with someone who's going to leave me in five months? Isn't that how it works?

"Aw c'mon."

"Frank, I just met you."

"Give me a chance sometime, at least."

"We'll see."

Frank let go of me and the 6 of us left the house. We began walking to the cinema since the guys said it was relatively close.

I pulled a cigarette out and lit it, mindful of Frank's previous statement in the basement.

"Frankie dearest, I will short you, ok?" I said through a mouthful of smoke.

"Thanks, beautiful."

"Who has money?" Ray asked.

"Um, I've got like twenty bucks," Bob said.

"I've got twelve, I think," I said, reaching into my pocket. The pockets of skinny jeans are so damn tight. But I fished it out and flaunted it around before sticking it back in my pocket.

"Well, I hope the rest of you guys have got money, because Faye and I aren't paying for your guys' tickets," Bob stated.

When we got to the cinema, the tickets were $1.00 a person. I handed the guy my money and he gave me little stub in return, winking. I flipped him off and waited by Bob and Mikey, who already had their tickets.

"Are we getting popcorn or drinks or snacks?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll get two big popcorns, Frank likes to eat it all so we have to have extra," Bob said, walking over to the concession stand.

"Sorry guys, I'm usually stoned when we go to the movies," Frank apologised. At least he was honest about it.

I got myself some Skittles and a box of Swedish fish for one of the guys if they wanted it. Popping a few Skittles in my mouth, I rejoined the group as we headed towards screen 4. The guy ripped our tickets in half and pointed us towards the room. We sat in the sixth row from the doors, me being the first one down the row, then Gerard, Frankie, Bob, Mikey, and lastly Ray. The last of the previews rolled by, and finally the movie started.

A hand rummaged through my Skittles, the hand of Gerard. "Get your own!" I hissed.

"Yours taste better," he complained.

I smiled and tossed him the Swedish Fish.

"These will do," he whispered, patting my head and grinning.

Jason started killing a bunch of teenagers at a party, and there was a lot of blood. It was so fake, but I gasped anyway. Gotta love Jason and his machete! Freddy wasn't that cool though, his 'burn scars' looked more like a mountain of makeup, which is what they were.

I started to get tired at about the halfway point of the movie. Yawning, I leaned my head back, only to meet an arm, not the back of the seat. Gerard looked at me with a sheepish smile and started to pull his arm back.

"'You're fine," I whispered.

He draped his arm more over my shoulders and pulled me closer. I've only known the guy for a day, but hey, he was nice. Besides, I'm sure the other guys would've done the same thing if they got to sit next to me.