"He's gonna die," Michael whispered into my ear.
"Shhh! Don't spoil this for me!" I whispered back as I playfully smacked him in the stomach.
After indulging in some quality pancakes at my house for breakfast, we decided to go out once again, this time to see a movie. We settled on some lame-looking horror film, but Michael insisted that we go see it. It was a matinee, so there were only a few other people scattered about the theater around us. The movie turned out to be much scarier than I had originally expected, which only resulted in my constant shrieking into Michael's chest as he wrapped his arm a bit tighter around me each time.
"You know I'm right, though. And I haven't even seen this yet!" Michael added with a smirk.
"Well congratulations, would you like a fucking medal?"
"I would, actually," he said after a few moments, nodding as he leaned back in his seat.
I sat up, though. "Yeah? Well too bad!" I flung his arm off of my shoulder and hopped over into the vacant seat beside me.
"Aw come onnn. Come back here!" Michael whined.
"Nope!"
"Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" he continued, dragging out the word. His face contorted into a sad, puppy dog pout while he held his arms out towards me.
"You have legs, you can move yourself."
"Why the fuck are you always so sassy?"
I laughed. "Oh don't pretend like you don't love it."
"I'm not pretending - I actually hate it." He sounded serious for a moment, though he flashed me a smile to let me know he was joking.
"I take back what I said. You can stay over there all night," I joked turning up my nose and facing the opposite way as if I were five years old again.
"Too bad, I'm coming over!" He climbed over the armrest onto the empty seat between us, kneeling on it. But instead of staying there, he continued moving and fell on top of me, trapping my small frame under his significantly larger one.
"Michael, get off of me!" But my poor attempts at pushing him away were no match for him.
He laughed. "You told me to come over, so here I am and I'm not moving."
Somehow I was able to readjust myself so that our chests were firmly pressed against each other' and I could look up at him. A sly grin was upon his face as he knew he was the dominant one in this situation.
No, no, not in that way. Chill.
"You're crushing me!" I cried, not caring if the other people in the theater heard us anymore.
Michael shrugged. "And?"
"And I can't move, you asshole."
"Ooh, ouch," he said as he jokingly held his hand to his heart as if I had shot him. "Maybe I'll just..." he trailed off as his leaned onto me, applying even more pressure than before.
"Michael!" I cried again, wiggling underneath him as he continued to laugh as my struggle. "You're impossible."
"But you still love me." He smirked.
By then, our foreheads were touching, allowing me to look into those light green eyes I'd always loved, so much that they took my breath away. Literally - I couldn't bring myself to continue our playful banter because I knew that meant he would actually move away from me, which was the last thing I wanted in that very moment. So I did something else instead.
