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Theater Dream - A Snapshot

"I mean, honestly, I'm questioning my sexuality, I mean I see a girl and I'll be like, I guess she's attractive. Then I'll think of, would I go as far as dating, I mean how does one honestly know their sexuality, to me it seems as if it's a maze, it's so confusing, I swear it," I explained to my crush, Andrew, as we walked through the theater lobby. At the end of my sentence, he audibly sighed, turning to me. Now, out of context, this would seem like a really odd conversation, we were used to having deep conversations. The topic didn't matter. We had been going back and forth about people we found attractive. I had stated that I found some girls attractive, but I wasn't attracted to them. Big difference.

"I'm just saying, why would you find someone attractive if you weren't attracted to them? Doesn't make sense."

I rolled my eyes, "You don't make sense."

He sighed again.

"Listen, this is what you do if you're attracted to someone," he explained, holding my face in his hands, leaning down to kiss me. It ended just as fast as it happened, the blink of an eye. He kept walking after, even though I had stopped.

Now, the kisses in movies always seem so dramatic and over the top, I always thought I would want one, but I'm perfectly fine with this. It's simple. This situation was, of course, romantic, but it was also pretty awkward as well. He is a couple of inches taller than me, so to kiss me he sort of had to lean down. Of course, it was cute, but the height difference was a little strange.

I had wondered if it was just the thought of liking someone was what attracted me to him or if it was just him and no other reason. I had finally decided this when he said, "that is how you tell," and honestly, I like the feeling.

"I see," I said with a slight laugh following soon after, rolling my lips. I didn't want to say it to him, but that was my first kiss. Andrew is a few years older than me, I am sixteen and a Junior in high school. I didn't want to seem like a child to him.

I bet my face is as bright as a cherry. 

"Are you gonna just stand there, the others are waiting."

"Sorry, Yeah, let's go," he smiled at me, draping his arm around my shoulder, something he had tons of times before. We always flirt back and forth, but I'm pretty sure my feelings are one-sided. Even though he kissed me, that doesn't mean he's into me.

We walked to the screening room, number seven. As we approached the door that would lead into the room, outside stood, our friend Carrie and his sister, Skylar. We had told them we were leaving to go to the concession stand to get snacks, so the confusion on their faces as we returned with no snacks and my blushed face, made total sense. His sister almost instantly guessed what had occurred and had a smile across her face, however, my friend was mad that she didn't get her delicious popcorn and Sour Patch Kids. I honestly couldn't care less, I got my first kiss from this guy that I liked, and as a bonus, is incredibly attractive. Once we reunited with the pair, we entered the room, sitting near the back.

Andrew and Carrie had persuaded me to go to this movie, Crimson Peak. I don't like scary movies. I agreed since I was planning on curling into his chest and hiding, however, I didn't expect the god awful sex scene came up. Sometimes when I was to be held by him, I would pretend to be scared, but with this, there was no pretending, it was too romantic to be scared. I had come to the conclusion that it was a romance and not a horror movie.

During the movie, he had pushed the armrest up and scooted close to me and held me. Throughout the movie, I had taken notice our friends weren't actually watching the movie, I mean, they were watching in terms of how to make fun of it. Every once in awhile I would whisper something to him that I found funny and he would do the same, I liked it, however no one else really seemed to share my views. Since the rest of them came thinking it was horror, they were very closed minded to the romance.