Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

27 | Movie Date

ASHLEY'S POV

"Agh, mah God, I'm so excited!" Michael squealed, fangirling beside me.

"Be quiet, people are looking." I laughed, discreetly looking around and making brutal eye contact with those who were staring at us with nasty looks on their faces. "I'm the girl, I should be fangirling. But I'm not. You're an embarrassment."

"Shut up, I've been shitting my pants for a year to watch this movie. Please, let it not disappoint me now." He said, shifting his weight between his two feet continuously, making it seem like he was swaying left to right.

"Come on, three hundred and sixty-five days aren't too long." I decided to tease him.

He had a look of pure betrayal on his face. He gasped over-exaggeratedly, bringing both hands to cover his mouth which was agape.

I just shook my head and flinched when he burst out at me.

"Do you not know how much of a big deal this movie is?!" He hissed, whispering loudly.

"Okay, whatever. You weren't fangirling as much when you watched Ant Man, though?" I asked curiously.

"Just because Ant Man and Captain America both have the same thing in common, which is being superheroes, does not mean it has anything to do with it. Ant Man is a brand new thing. Captain America had its previous movies, so I'm more psyched for this than I was for Ant Man." He theorized.

I surrendered, taking a step forward in the queue.

Sooner or later we were in the front of the line.

"Hi, what are you watching today?" The lady asked. Lisa.

"Hello, Lisa?" She nodded curtly. "Me and my boyfriend would like middle area, middle row seats for Captain America; Civil War."

"Row H, seats 16 and 17. Is that alright with you?" She spun the computer screen so we could see the blueprint of the theatre and she circled our seats.

"Is that okay, Mike?" I asked.

"Yes! Oh, absolutely." He said, growing even more fidgety when she began printing the tickets.

"Sorry about him. He's just a little excited." I said. He whimpered quietly behind me. "A little too excited."

We giggled as he told us to hurry up. Lisa handed over her tickets and I thanked her, elbowing Michael in the ribs when he got too impatient. He mumbled a low 'thank you', grabbed my wrist and hurried into the waiting area.

"Why can't we just get in there and chill? Why do they have to let us in so damn late?" He grumbled.

"Baby, baby, baby." I said, grabbing his shoulders and stilling him. "Calm your tits. It's just a movie."

"JUST A MOVIE?!" He burst out, screaming. I immediately shushed him, placing my hands over his mouth. "Just a movie?!"

He repeated more quietly this time.

"Well, yeah. It's not like the actor himself and the directors and everyone on set and the crew are gonna be premiering it live for you in the theatre." I said.

"But it feels like it!" He said, getting back to the jumpy and excited fangirl Michael.

I grinned, asking him to sit down. He did, but that was when I realized there were no more available seats for me. So I ended up just standing.

"Come baby." He called, patting his left thigh. "Sit on my lap."

"Prepare money for surgery." I said, turning around and squatting lightly to get ready to sit on his lap. "I'll probably break your bones."