"You better not make me regret watching this movie." I joke as we settle down in to our seats. We find the perfect seats right in the center of the theater. We sit down on to the red suede seats and start getting comfortable.
Shawn pulls out all of the snacks out that he placed down on the seat next to him before he sat down in his seat.
"Alright. We've got sour patches, Reese's, Kit Kats, Nachos, gummy bears, gummy worms, and an extra large slurpee on the side." He offers me with a child like smug.
"I paid for all of this, I think I deserve at least half of it." I say.
"I'm not saying you didn't, I was just trying to be a gentleman." He replies sarcastically.
"By offering me food that I paid for? Try again." I say in a sassy tone.
"Well then..." He says. "I guess somebody isn't hungry for snacks." He adds.
"Shut up and hand them over." I demand.
"What kind of snack would satisfy your cravings, my lady?" He says in a phony and really bad British accent.
"Oh darling, I'd die for some Kit Kats right now." I say in an equally bad British accent.
"Then Kit Kats you shall have." He continues with the accent and then hands me the chocolate package.
I unwrap the candy and tear a wafer off. I take a bite out of it. I haven't had chocolate in so long, it tastes so good.
"Kit Kats are quite smashing, aren't they?" I continue in that accent.
"Alright, cut the accent. I want the American Amy back." He whines.
"I don't know who this Amy girl is, I go by Amelia." I continue in the accent.
"If you cut the accent, I'll give you some of the nachos." Shawn offers.
"You had me at nachos." I say to him as I transition back to my "American" accent. I reach over for the nachos and start eating a few.
"I said some, not all." Shawn snarls, but fails since his smile starts creeping through.
"What are you trying to say?" I ask.
Right when he's about to respond, the lights start to slowly dim and the previews start.
"Shhh. The previews are starting." He whispers. I roll my eyes at him and then pay attention to the giant screen in front of me.
The previews are mainly a bunch of action movies. They all look the same to me, so I don't really look in to them that much. The only preview that probably appealed to me the most was some X-Men movie preview. Even though there's like a billion of X-Men movies, they never seem to disappoint. They always seem to meet my expectations. Maybe that's why they keep making more.
As the intro for Guardians of the Galaxy starts, I turn to Shawn and see this huge grin taking over his face. He looks beyond excited for this movie. I can't help but laugh to myself.
Shawn stops smiling and then looks at me.
"What are you laughing at?" He questions.
"I'm laughing at you." I whisper.
"What the hell? Why?" He says with a blank expression on his face.
"You're about to fanboy." I laugh quietly.
"Fanboy? What the hell is that?" He asks.
"You know..it's like fangirling. You get all overwhelmed and excited for a certain something and you can't help expressing yourself when it comes to that certain subject or person." As I respond to his question, he just stares at me. He's not smiling, not frowning, not laughing, his facial expression is unreadable. He just looks at me with this plain expression.
"I don't fanboy, that's weird. Now stop talking and watch the movie. I didn't buy your ticket for nothing." He laughs.
I roll my eyes once again, and pay attention to the movie.
I kind of zoned out for the beginning of it, but now I think I kind of understand the movie plot.
The movie is surprisingly funny and has a fair amount of action scenes. I am honestly entertained at the moment.
While I'm watching the movie, I realize how chilly it is inside this theater. I knew I should've brought a thicker sweatshirt.
I try to ignore it and continue watching the movie.
30 minutes pass by and I'm still being bothered by the cold.
I keep on watching the movie, and just keep on ignoring it even more.
As I'm watching, Shawn hands me something. I try to identify what it might be, I look at him and realize that he took off his flannel. He's offering it to me. I guess he sensed how much my body was actually shivering. It was pathetic. Note to self: bring a thicker sweatshirt next time.
"You don't have to, I'm fine." I tell him.
"Eh, just take it." He replies.
"It's fine, I'll be fine."
"It's not an offer, it's a command. Just take it, Amy." He says.
"Okay then." I say as I receive the flannel and wrap it around me as it were a blanket.
I notice that his flannel is carrying a cool minty scent. It reminds me of the first day of summer school. I remember that was the day I officially "met" Shawn. We actually had a civil conversation that day. It amazes me how much has changed in one summer. It amazes how great I've been feeling lately, even though the break up did have some kind of negative impact on me. I feel like I'm doing pretty well. I wouldn't be here, enjoying a night out with a great person like Shawn if it weren't for that first day of summer school. I really do appreciate this guy that's right here, sitting next to me.
The movie is interrupted by my phone ringing. Who would call me? Can't be my parents, they're not doing anything and I'm not going over my curfew. It can't be Katrina, we never call each other.
I reach for my back pocket and grab the device. I read the name and notice that it's Johnson calling me.
I get up from my seat and signal Shawn that I'm going to be taking a quick phone call.
I walk to the end of the theater, head on to the exit sign, and exit out the door. I'm in the hallway and accept his call.
"Hey, this is kind of a bad time. I'm at the movies wit-"
"With Shawn?" He interrupts.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" I ask.
"Lucky guess." He says in an odd tone. He said it as if he were angry. Not a loud angry, but the silent kind of angry. I can't quite put my finger on it. It just sounded weird. Maybe I just misread his tone.
"Anyways, why are you calling? It's not that I don't want to talk, but you kind caught me at a bad ti-"
"You have to leave that theater right now." He blurts out. Leave the theater?
"I'm not leaving, I'm in the middle of a great night."
"Trust me, Amy. You need to get out of there."
"I'm not leaving. Why would I leave? I'm not about to leave Shawn hanging in that theater alone."
"He's better off in there, and you're better off without him."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just leave. I'd pick you up if I could, but my parents took the car out tonight."
"I wouldn't want you picking me up anyway, I'm about to hang up. You're just acting like a real dick right now." I snarl.
"Jack is in the hospital because of Shawn." My stomach just turned. I need to sit down.
I find a bench right in front of our theater and take a seat.
"What are you talking about?" This can't be true. Shawn? Jack?
"Shawn came on to Jack, caught him off guard and beat the living shit out of him." No. No. Shawn would never do that. He wouldn't do that.
"No. No. He didn't. I know that Shawn would never do something like that. I know him."
"Not well enough." I need to breathe. I can't breathe.
"I'm not saying this because I don't want you to be happy. I know you like him and all and I want you to be ha-"
"I don't like him. We're just friends. Nothing more than that." I say angrily.
"Well whatever you guys are, get out of there. He could snap at you anytime."
"He would never hurt me."
"And he seemed like the last guy to fuck up someone's rib cage."
"He could not have done that. He wouldn't. He's Shawn. He's awkward and skinny. He wouldn't."
"So Gilinsky is lying about all of this? He just randomly picked someone to blame? Fuck no."
"I'm not saying tha-"
"Look I'm not calling you to hear about what you have to say. Just get out of there. I care for you, Amy. You're my friend. Friends look out for friends, let me look out for you. Stop defending Shawn. Now get your stubborn ass out of there before anything else happens."
"Fine, alright. Just give me a few minutes to think."
"Don't hang up. Take a few minutes to think this through. If anything, my parents are coming come in a few minutes, maybe I can pick you up by the time you set your mind straight."
"Alright, thank you."
I place my phone on my lamp and rest my head against the wall. I can't think straight. I feel so hot. I feel so flushed. I feel so confused. My body can't stop trembling and I can't seem to stop. Stop it, Amelia. Breathe.
I feel incredibly lightheaded. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I just want out. Get me out of this. Get me out.
Everything feels so closed in. I can't take this. I have to go. I have to leave.
I refuse to believe Johnson, but why would he lie? He's one of the most genuine people I have ever met. I've known him since middle school, he wouldn't lie to me.
I try to picture Shawn beating up Jack, but the thought of that makes me sick. I can't. This can't be true. There has to be more to this. More to this. This can't be the end, it just started.
I just need to breathe and clear my mind for a few more minutes.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Amy?" I'm startled by a familiar voice.
(Brace yourselves for the next chapter. It's going to be one of my favorites and hopefully one of yours too ;) - Giselle)
