Something About Him

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Layla Wilkes

"You have absolutely no idea how many teenagers are gonna be here to see this movie, Chris," I tell him once we skim to find seats in the back of the theater.

I don't know if it's just me, but the rows further back always have a better view.

"I know, Layla, cause you keep freaking reminding me," he chuckles as I lead the way to one of the seats along the side, but still all the way in the back.

I know from experience how Chris is in movie theaters and I don't want a repeat of having someone in front of us turn around whisper-yelling, 'be quiet.'

Most people don't sit on the side, so we should be fine. Chris just shutting the hell up could work, too, but you know how that goes.

"I already saw what's gonna happen on Instagram and I know you did too, but since you keep insisting we come see it..." Chris trails off and then takes some popcorn before stuffing it into his mouth and looking at me goofily the entire time he chewed.

"I've been waiting since I was younger for this damn sequel," I say back to him. "They're gonna find Dory and we're gonna watch em.'"

In response, Chris laughs lightly and we continue talking until the PSA that AMC shows before every movie flashes across the screen and the lights dim.

We got through the majority of the movie until Chris started to get bored I guess and he put his attention on me instead of the movie that he paid twenty four dollars for the both of us to see. Oh, how smart of him.

"Layla," he whispered my name.

I made an attempt to ignore him and I instead paid attention to the forgetful blue tang fish on the theater's huge screen.

"Yo," he whispered again. "I know you hear me."

"I do, but I wish that I wasn't," I whisper back without looking at him and that results in him grabbing my chin and suddenly turning my head towards him.

"Screw Dory. Gimme a kiss," he tells me still in a low tone and I just stare at him which makes him take matters into his own hands.

He kisses my lips once, then twice, then another time before I groan as lowly as I could while I push him off.

"Chris..."

"Quit playing wit' me, bruh. You got me in here whispering when I could just have you home and in my room making that same noise, but only as loud as you want," he comments and then brings his thumb and index finger on his left hand to his chin.

With an obvious fake 'thinking face,' he asks, "Doesn't that sound like more fun?"

I didn't even get a chance to answer since he answered his own question in no time.

"Sure does," he nods his head and grabs my head before making a motion to stand up. "Let's go."

I stay put which only makes Chris pout as he plops back down into his seat.

"Bruh."

"Chris just watch the movie, damn," I talk to him again like he's six or something while he just straight faces the fuck out of me.

The remainder of the time went sort of like that until the movie came to an end and Chris and I were apart of some of the first people out which was surprising considering we were all the way in the back.

When we made it to his car, I plug the aux cord into my cell phone and Chris turns the music up loud as we head to I dunno where.

Right now the song that's playing is 'Ayegirl' and it's pretty catchy to me.