Don't Let Go ✔ (Editing)

5 - Screw ups

I had decided to watch a movie that would make me laugh and forget all my problems, so I picked one which I believed would do just that. But, it turns out that the movie was barely even funny and I was just sitting in the theatre wondering where my life went wrong. When did I get to this? This movie sucks.

The only time I would ever be caught in such a boring move is when I'm with Cody and that's only because we weren't actually watching the movie. Those were good times. We'd always take the seat in the corner at the very back, and no one else would want to sit in that entire row. I don't know if I should have felt insulted, but I definitely didn't. I had Cody and that was all I cared about.

Gosh, I'm so pathetic. I feel like I relate everything happening to me back to Cody. It's probably because he and I were always together. But I really should stop. Cody left me. Why am I so hung up on him? I should move on, right? I should find another guy to love unconditionally... or maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just be a slut. Why should I even have any feelings for anyone? Wouldn't it just make complete sense to fuck around? That way no one could break my heart or hurt me. I'd be perfectly fine after, right?

Can I even do that? I'll probably be the idiot to have feelings – which would just mess everything up. I'm such a screw-up.

"No, you're not," someone said, taking me out of what I thought were my thoughts. I stood, leaning against the wall of the theater, just because I don't feel like going home. I hadn't even realized that a guy had come next to me. I look over at him with flushed cheeks – which I hoped weren't very visible since it was really dark.

"I'm sorry. I thought I said that in my mind," I say, sounding confused with myself, which I am. Why did I even apologize? I scratch my forehead awkwardly then lsound at him again. He wore a smile, showing off his picture-perfect, pearly white teeth. I could barely see his face, but I could have definitely seen his teeth when he smiled.

"You aren't a 'screw-up'."

"Yes, I am," I rolled my eyes. He stepped in front of me and stared down into my eyes. He was really tall, probably taller than Cody. I felt short, and I'm not very short. I'm of average height.

"You aren't a screw-up," he says softly, again. I furrowed my brows for a minute, before blurting, "Are you gay?" It's a really stupid thing to assume, I know. He could have probably been a really inspirational guy who wants to see his fellow human smile, but I wasn't even thinking when I asked, and now, some seconds after, I feel so idiotic. He stepped back, before asking, "Are you?"

"I don't know, do I look gay?" I looked down at my attire. The guy chuckled softly, "Listen, I don't judge."

"So, you're straight?" I ask confused. He smiled before shaking his head, no. I rolled my eyes at him for being so complicated, but I smiled afterward. I bit my bottom lip softly, realizing he didn't even tell me his name. But I don't even know if I want to know his name. I stare up at him, trying my hardest to at least be seductive. He stared at me for a while, before finally asking, "Would you like to get a drink with me?"

"Now?" I asked him.

"Is now a bad time? I didn't actually think you wanted to stand here all lonely."

"Rude," I comment, "But I'll take your drink."

"Good," he smiled and winked, "My car's right over there." I furrow my eyebrows. I can't help but overthink it all. What if he kidnaps me or something?

"Uh we could walk," I suggest. I think there's a place somewhere around here where we could sit and talk... or whatever. The guy blinked back at what I suppose was his car but then nodded at me. He probably was going to kidnap me in his car, but not anymore. I'm smart.