Synopsis:
Vi -the twenty-three year old writer who got nothing better to do than to ogle on cute guys and drink her frappe at BuckBeans while writing her novels, meets Dani -the highly religious twenty-three old boy who just moved in their local chu...
Max and I went to the parking lot with our arms still looped. We noticed some of the faculty's gazes on us and I couldn't help but send a wink at them out of nervousness. He laughed at me all the way to the lot that I almost kicked his shins.
I stood beside my car and asked Max, "Uh, are we bringing both our cars or?"
"You can leave your car here so I'll have a reason to bring you home and pick you up tomorrow," he replied with a wink. I had to look somewhere else or he would have witnessed how fast I could change my colour. My chest was constricting and I didn't know why. Okay, maybe it was because of this adorable guy right there.
I shrugged my shoulder in response. I was afraid I would squeak if I even utter a yes so instead, I let him open the door for me and I slid inside. The smell of citrus invaded my nose and I gulped. I never liked this scent in my car, it caused disaster. The last time I was in a citrus-scented vehicle, I ended up redecorating it with my vomit. Gross.
Max hopped on the driver seat. Before he pulled out of the lot, he frowned when he looked at me. "Are you okay?"
"If the definition of okay is being so anxious about puking that the side-effects of your anxiety are also vomiting, then yes, I think I'm okay," I replied quickly. My voice raised a notch per word and he frowned.
"What's the matter?" He was looking around, probably trying to find the source of my distress. I kept my gaze on the orange pine tree hanging from his rearview mirror, sucking in the breath that I wanted to let out so badly. He must have noticed since he snatched it so quickly his hands were a blur and threw it right outside his now opened window.
Fumbling with the button on my side, I said, "Please let me open the window."
He only chuckled in response and drove out of the school.
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We arrived at the old cinema and I was too ecstatic that I bolted out of the door before he could even stop the engine. I could hear his boisterous laughter as I went to the ticket booth and stared at the posters in awe. My eyes probably shone brighter than the incandescent light above.
The old cinema, which was popularly known as the Sunset Views, stood intimidatingly yet gorgeously in the outskirts of our town. With the building painted in gold and silver, the vintage marquee shone in pink and blue neon lights. I grinned widely at Max who caught up to me.
"So, what do you want to watch?" he asked.
Checking out the posters, I got myself torn into three. The cinema was viewing my three favourite noir films ever. The posters of Psycho, Schindler's List, and Sunset Boulevard peeked at me seductively and I turned to Max for help.
"What's up?" He blinked at me and I instinctively held his sleeve.
"I don't know what to choose," I replied a bit too fast. My voice sounded forlorn even to me and my eyes were probably wide as saucers. He laughed at that.
