The Bad and The Bashful

At The Movies

Joey took me on his motorcycle to the theater. We bought a large bucket of popcorn to share. We sat in the front of the theater so we could see better. All of a sudden, a few of Joey's former buddies showed up. It took a few minutes until they recognized Joey.

"Is that Joey?"

"I think so dude...yes it is."

"Hey Joey!?"

Joey ignored them.

"Joey?"

Joey continued to ignore them.

"Joey, your friends are back there," I said.

"They're not my friends. They're a good example of fake ass friends."

After a few more minutes, they recognized me.

"Is that Sandy I see? Why is she with him?"

"He wants to screw her."

They laughed.

"Shut up!" Joey yelled.

We continued to watch the movie. 

"Why would any guy wanna be with Sandy? She's such a dumb bitch."

Apparently, Joey heard that.

"I said shut up!"

"Oh come on Joey, you're better than this!"

We continued to ignore them until one of the boys sat behind us. He started whispering in my ear.

"He just wants to get into your panties. He doesn't really care about you. You're nothing but a stupid hot chick.-"

He was stopped by the chilling touch of the tip of Joey's switchblade on the back of the neck.

"Leave her alone before I slit your neck." Joey threatened in a dangerously thick Italian American accent.

The boy got scared and started backing away.

"That's right, you better back away!"

Joey took my hand with his blade in the other hand pointing at his old so called friends. We slowly walked out of the large room. He put his blade away once we reached the registers and the entrance.