Mr Delightful

Chapter nine

•{Chase's POV}•

Vaughn roamed the city, not telling me where we were going. He trailed the town with his head down, staring at his feet. I wanted him to talk to me about what happened, and especially, why it hurt him more than it would hurt anyone else, but I decided that maybe he didn't want to talk about it.

Finally, we came up on a movie theatre. Vaughn pulled me inside, looking around quickly.

He didn't say a word, and I decided not to ask any questions. Whatever's he's doing here seems far less permanent and dumb than what I did.

He dragged me past the ticket booth and into the washroom. He stood in the doorway watching the ticket booth.

"What are you doing?" I asked. Vaughn didn't even look back for a second.

"I'm waiting for the guy in the ticket booth to leave," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I frowned.

"Why?"

"So we can get past them and get into a movie."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Probably. Come on, you said we could do what I wanted."

"I didn't think we'd be committing felonies."

Vaughn chuckled. He paused for a moment before turning for me to follow.

"Lets go."

I followed behind him. He passed by the now empty ticket booth, strolling over to the movies that are currently playing.

"What do you want to see?" He asked with a smirk. I shrugged, trying to seem casual about the situation. He turned, inspecting the movies with a furrowed brow.

He shrugged and trotted off into a movie with me in tow. We sat down in the front, staring up at the screen.

"What movie is this?"

"I don't know, I walked into a random room." I rolled my eyes, focusing on the screen. I watched as cartoon animals speak and dance, sing and cry like people. It was honestly the weirdest movie I had ever saw.

They told awful jokes, making me and Vaughn stay completely silent while the rest of the theatre erupted into laughter. I didn't see a single funny thing about this movie.

Near the end, as more horrible jokes were being exchanged, I heard a sound beside me. I turned and saw Vaughn, head in his hand, shoulders bouncing gently.

I blinked at him, confused and unsteady. I was completely thrown off guard. I slowly placed a hand in his shoulder and he straightened up, wiping his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he sniffled, shrugging off my hand and staring back at the screen. He didn't make another sound the whole movie.

...

We left the theatre in silence, Vaughn staring at his feet. I wanted to say something, I really did, but I didn't know how. What could I have said? He obviously didn't want to talk about it.

We made our way down the street in silence, the only sound being the scraping of our feet on the pavement.

"A-are you okay?" I finally choked out. Vaughn looked over at me for a second before snapping his head back to the ground.

"Yes, thank you."

"What happened in there?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

Vaughn sighed hard, nudging my shoulder gently with his. "I don't know. Sometimes knock knock jokes makes me emotional," he chuckled. I couldn't hold back a laugh, although I really did try.

"I'm serious."

"I know. I'd prefer not to talk about it."

I nodded, immediately understanding.

"If you do, uh, want to talk about it, you can... y'know, you can talk to me."

"There's never been a more awkward sentence than that one."

"Shut up, I was trying to be nice."

"I appreciate it."