The Art Of You And I

Chapter seventeen: The drive-in theater.

"That'll be 18.99 dollars." The lady behind the counter said.

I rummaged through my shoulder bag for some cash and fished out a twenty dollar bill. Hopefully, that wasn't the last of my money.

After I finished drafting my sketch back at the art studio, I did my homework upstairs at Dave's living room which took forever to finish, considering my weakness at understanding math. Then later, Micheal came home and asked Dave and I to help him write out and plan the entire program for their party.

First, after all the guests have arrived, which would probably take an hour for all of them to, an addressing would take place. Dave and Michael would welcome the guests and talk about themselves, then they would let some of their old friends talk about their past as kids and teenagers. After that, dinner would be served.

And while everyone is eating and after they're done too, entertainment will be provided. After that, the games will commence which will be decided by me, since Dave referred to me as the "know-it-all of current trends". Later on, the party will continue on its own flow and ta-da. The party is a success.

Obviously, this took a long time to plan. Considering the fact that Dave is the most indecisive human being I've ever known. Honestly, I don't even know how Michael keeps up with him. Anyway, by the time we finished planning, it was already 11 30. So I decided to move from the studio to the grocery store in the town square.

I've gathered up chips, gummy bears, soda cans and a very cheap foldable chair which I got for only 10 dollars. Just to be sure that this wasn't easily breakable, I've performed an intricate and interpreted gymnastics routine using the chair as my support. After 10 minutes, I've deemed it worthy of my weight.

I thanked the lady as I gathered the plastic bags in my hands and lifted them off the counter. I walked out of the store and into my car, setting them nicely and securely next to the small brown cardboard bag in the back seat which contained alcohol, just as Alex asked. I shut the door and entered the driver's side, turning on the engine. It sputtered to life and I was on my way to the drive in theater.

I knew the way to the mall. I learned the different routes to different areas which I thought I would possibly go to one day. But I didn't know where the drive in was. I vaguely remember Alexander telling me it was right next to the mall. And sure enough it was right there, behind the backside of the large mall which I had to take a huge turn for. I raised my eyebrows.

Funnily enough, the gigantic screen which would showcase the movie was projected on the backside wall of the mall. The wall was painted white and looked very clean. Currently, the ending credits for a movie called "the asphalt jungle", which I assume is one of Marilyn Monroe's other films. Next to the projected screen, was a sign that read, "playing next, "the seven year itch" at midnight".

A lot of cars were lined up from the front to back. Some people were sitting on the back of trucks, some sat on top of their cars or on the green grass with blankets and pillows. And some just sat inside the comfort of their own cars. I could faintly see a small playground on the edge of the drive in theater. Once I entered the perimeter of the cinema, a car in the middle honked with a crazy guy standing on top of his car, waving frantically like a little school girl.

I rolled my eyes and drove through the sea of cars, parking on the space between Jessica's gray car and another unknown car. There was a motorcycle parked beside Jessie's car which I assumed was for Ty. I vaguely remember him mentioning to me once that he owned his father's motorcycle after he won a bet. About what, he will never tell me.

I got out and took out the plastic bags in my hands and went to the front of my car to meet with Alexander and Jessie. Ty was nowhere to be seen.

"Snacks. Check." Alexander listed off cheerfully. "Alcohol. Check." He furrowed his eyebrows at the last bag. "Pink and green chair? Check? Wait, Jessie. Did we need this?"