Behind the Walls

A Night Out: Part One

"Two tickets for the eight o'clock showing of Wall-E, please?" The words came flying out of my mouth at such a rapid pace. My face was coloured with deeps shades of red --- I am a grown man watching a cartoon, and I haven't got a kid with me. The closest person to being, or at least like a kid is none other than Mr. Chris Martin, my date. He is not yet aware of this of course, but it is always nice to dream.

"Excuse me, sir, that will be £15.50. Will you be paying in notes or by card?" The young man behind the thick glass asks me, for the second time I assume. His long, slender hands begin to tap the granite countertops.

At that moment, massive cold hands find their way over my eyes, obstructing my view of the ticket seller. Immediately the owner of the hands speaks in a deep, Devonian accent, "Guess who, my Jonny bunny?!" He says the words so that they rhyme, typical Chris.

"No clue, let me think about this for a few moments. Your hands are freezing, clear sign of poor circulation in the hands. Also they smell of chocolate, did you forget to wash your hands afterward eating it all?" I scold him as if he were my child. I continue, "Were you even going to bother sharing with me, you green eyes? Hmmm? Tell me that, dearest Chrissy boy."

"HEY! You know I wash my hands ever since the last incident --- but let's not get into that right now. We can buy some more chocolate for us both, after you finish paying for the tickets. Thank you for paying for me by the way, my sweets." His deep vibrations make their way through my body. His head rests in the dip of my shoulder, and then he snakes his arms around my waist.

God, I can't seem to move or mutter a single syllable; this man is going to drive me absolutely mad by the end of the night. "Chri..."

"Sir, you need to pay now, or you and your boyfriend need to go to the end of the line," The teller's voice cuts through my naughty thoughts. I could tell his patience was wearing thin.

"O-of course, my apologizes. By the way, we are not a couple," the red shades of my face deepened. I hand the man the cash, my hand clearly shaking with nervousness. Being mistaken as a couple makes me wonder how many other people think that as well.

"Here is your change, sir. Now please move, both of you are holding up the line," the teller points us in the direction of the doors. Chris lifts his chin off my shoulder, immediately he reaching for my hand, pulling me towards the door.

I can feel the glands in my hands beginning to fill with sweat, Chris then proceeds to lace his fingers with mine. This man will be the death of me, the way he makes my heart get those butterflies. "Where are you taking me, Chris?" I yell in a pseudo annoyed voice, throwing my head back to add dramatic effect.

Glancing back at me, I see a huge toothy grin spread across his face. It is then I notice the stubble on his face, great, another detail to send me over the edge. "You, sir, have won a golden ticket to the concession stands, now let's buy all of their chocolate!" Never would I understand how he could eat so much sugar and not get tired of it.

He was my chocolate, but he did know that, he could never know that.