Chapter 3

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{Louis POV}

We arrived at the theater in, what felt like an hour but was probably 10 minutes. I found it very hard to concentrate on other things when Harry was sitting right next to me. And don't ask me why I didn't sit in the front because I don't know why I didn't sit in the front. We all got out of Eleanor's shiny red Convertible that she called big red. When we walked in, the first thing I noticed was the thick smell of buttery popcorn and the sound of children playing in the little arcade room to the left. The carpet was surprisingly well cleaned, no popcorn or candy anywhere in sight until we got to the counter in the center of the room. We all walked up to the counter, where there was delicious smells and sights galore. There were so many different varieties of popcorn and candy bars. Caramel, cheese, butter and candy-flavored popcorn aligned the back of the the bar.

"Three tickets to Monsters University, please? ", El spoke in the most nicest voice she could come up with. You never know what people will do or how crazy they are so you have to be careful with your tone. The 40-something looking red-head in the red and white striped uniform behind the counter gave her a skeptical look. Her hair was all puffed up around her head and she has a shit load of freckles on her cheeks. Her name tag read "gladys".

"Is there a problem, Ms? ", El asked. "Gladys" held out her hand with a bored expression and Eleanor placed a $10 dollar bill in the center of her palm. She tapped some buttons and the cash register opened. She placed the $10 bill in and took out a $1 dollar bill and handed it back to El.

"Anyone want snacks or drinks? ", Gladys said in a monotonous voice with a slight country accent. El reached into her black channel purse I got her for her 18th birthday and pulled out a crisp $20 dollar bill and turned to face me.

"Want anything, boo?"

"Well, as long as you're paying, I'll get a medium sized caramel popcorn and a medium sized coke". She then turned to her right to look at Harry.

"What about you, haz"

"Oh, no thanks". She recited my order to Gladys and added the same for her. She then handed the money to her and watch as Gladys took her sweet time at the popcorn machines. She took so long that by the time she was finish with my order, which Btw was stupid considering we ordered the same thing so she could have did them at the same time, I took a ticket from El and sprinted to theater 4 to prevent from missing the movie (well, that's what the ticket said). When I got there, a guy in the same uniform as Gladys was standing there. He looked kind of like her too. Same pale skin, red hair and freckled face. He look tired and worn out. He turned to me.

"Ticket, please ", he said in a monotonous voice as well. Is it just me or is this place gloomy? I handed him my ticket and he tore a piece of the ticket off and gave it back to me.

" What am I supposed to do with this?", I asked him. He let out a long sigh and slowly blinked his pale eyelids.

"I don't know, sir, hold it until the movie is over and then throw it away." I just shrugged my shoulders and entered the theater.

When I got in, the theater was pitch black with only the movie screen to illuminate the room. It looked as if over 20 people were here, all consists of small families and groups of friends. Immediately, I went straight to the back of the theater. I was surprised to see that no one else was sitting there considering the fact that the he back has all of the best seats. If we sit in the front, we would have to crane our necks, which would cause neck cramps and complaints for the rest of the day. If we sit in the middle, people could spill stuff behind us or the seats could be sticky and wet or people could make-out behind us and all you hear is the spit swapping. But in the back, no one's there, there's an extra arm rest on the left side of the chair, people can't make-out behind you because there's a wall there and you can see the full screen without any neck pains. I reached the top and sat in the last row, 7 seats down. The projector was directly above my head.

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