BBSquad [One Shots]

Cinema {Craig}

Craig's POV

Working at the local cinema was definitely not my ideal job, but the rent wasn't going to pay itself so I dealt with it; it being sweeping the horrible mess people would leave after their movie.

Horror movies were the worst. Certain people just loved throwing their popcorn up in the air for me to clean up. Such generous people, the lot of them.

Sultry movies were also in the top three worst movie genres. I remember when Fifty Shades of Grey first came out. The premiere wasn't horrible. I guess most people refused to bring popcorn in fear of choking while watching BDSM in a movie, which was fine with me. The few shows after that though were quite disgusting. Countless of times I found cucumbers and other nasty items that shameless women would leave behind.

Chick-flics were also horrible, but at least not as bad as the other two. Tissues full of snot littered the ground and I'd have to wipe every arm rest in the theatre.

Today was another nightmare as a new romance movie was to premiere at midnight. Of course it had to be during my working hours instead of Brad's. I fucking hate Brad.

"I'm heading off now. Good luck on your shift, Craig. Bye everyone."

I watched with distaste as Brad left the building with a cheery smile. Everyone else waved goodbye.

"Fucking Brad," I mumbled.

By 11:20, there was a long line forming outside of the theatre, full of couples, hormonal teens, and lonely thirty year old women. They were let into the theatre 11:30, which gave them time to order their nonsense, greasy food.

So I waited patiently until two in the morning when the movie had finally ended. I was stationed next to the trash can outside the door, grimacing each time someone found it necessary to toss their drink in the trash and having a few drops splash onto my shirt.

Then once everyone had officially left, I lugged the trash bin into the theatre with gloves on my hands, a broom under my right arm, and Clorox wipes under my left.

I had already finished the bottom rows before I heard quite sobbing and sniffling from above. I noticed a small figure sitting in the middle of a hundred empty chairs.

Great.

Leaving the cleaning supplies and taking off my gloves, I walked up the stairs to the row she sat in and sat next to her in silence. Usually, I'd feel an insane urge to tell her off for wasting my time but I didn't.

I just watched in curiosity as she completely disregarded my presence and cleaned up after herself, bringing her own plastic bag out of her purse to throw her tissues in and a pack of wipes for the arm rests and her face.

"Are you okay?" I heard myself ask.

"Yeah, I've always been a bit emotional. That's all," she smiled at me.

Her brown eyes glowed with a feeling I couldn't quite describe, but I knew how she felt.

I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly. "You know, I've always been like that too but I never really cried about it. I just get angry."

This was crazy. I shouldn't be sitting in an empty theatre with a girl I barely knew, let alone share things I would never say to anyone. But there was something about her.

"It sucks, doesn't it? To feel something so strong and for everyone else to disregard it. I really try not to get so emotional," she said quietly.

"I know exactly how you feel," I said in disbelief. She put it in words I couldn't describe until now. "But I guess it's better to because when we're happy, nothing else matters."

Her smile was so bright for a girl who was just found sobbing to herself and my heart thumped in my chest. I felt things too deeply and right now, I had a strange urge that I've never experienced in all of my years; an urge to take her hand in mind and kiss her.

So I did and she kissed me back.

It was as if all the anger I've ever felt had dissipated and was replaced with a surging sense of joy.

And we talked the rest of the morning, learning everything there was to know about each other. She had even helped me clean the rest of the theatre.

That was until Brad came in early at eight in the morning to get everything checked.

"Hey, Craig," he greeted me when he found me sitting in one of the theatre seats with a beautiful girl sleeping on my shoulder. "I was hoping you'd find someone one of these nights. You can have the rest of today off."

He left with a smile.

Fucking Brad

I'm hoping this makes sense and I'm sorry if any of you are named Brad. Whoops.

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