If Atem Lived in my Head

Stalking The Pharaoh's Doppelganger

Part 2

      The movie was a romantic comedy, a little heavy on the romance for my taste. I just kicked my feet up and ate the movie theater popcorn. Atem's attention was split between the movie and watching the kid a few seats ahead of us.

"This movie is stupid." Tristan whispers to Joey.

"I know, but Taya wanted to watch it and you know Yug has a soft spot for her." Joey sighs "and he's just too easy to agree with."

"Taya used him against us." Tristan grumbles crossing his arms. Taya has her arm wrapped around Yugi's, her eyes glued to the screen, completely enthralled by the same plotline of every love story. Yugi sat there with a smile on his face, he seems like he's not hating this.

"Why don't you hang on my arm like that?" Atem asks me "I wouldn't mind."

"Excuse me?" I cock my brow at him.

"You don't fawn over me and you don't hang on me." Atem looks at me, his eyes shining in the light of the movie.

"Are you sure you want to stay on this topic?" I ask.

"I was sure." Atem shifts away from me. "Now I'm not."

"Good choice." I throw a handful of popcorn at him. I don't miss the smile on his face as we both turn back to watch the set of teens in front of us.

Joey and Tristan dramatically stretch as they exit the theater first with Taya and Yugi behind them.

"Finally!" Joey exclaims in his thick Brooklyn accent.

"Kind of liking that accent." I tell Atem.

"Excuse me?" He asks looking at me with a mix of shock and disbelief.

"He's really making it work." I keep on it after seeing Atem's reaction.

"Oh, really..." Atem trails off and shifts his gaze toward Joey.

Joey throws his arm over Yugi's shoulder's "Alright!" he cheers "next stop Gramps' shop!"

"Yeah yeah." Taya rolls her eyes and lets Joey drag Yugi away from her.

"This is the kind of man you look for?" Atem demands.

"Whoa!" I exclaim louder than I mean to. "where did that come from?"

"You're the one that commented on his accent." Atem reminds me.

"His accent." I point out "look some people look at arms, or shoulders or butts from afar, I admire accents." I sigh aggravated, I'm sure my face is bright red. "that doesn't mean that's what I'm looking for in a man."

"So, you don't find him attractive?" Atem asks me.

"I mean he's not ugly but I wouldn't call him my type either." I explain.

"You have a type?" Atem asks me.

"Everyone does." I point out.

"Well then..." Atem shifts from foot to foot like a child trying to figure out how to ask if they can spend the night at their friend's house.

"What is your type?" He asks me.

"animal lover, a bit of a book nerd, someone who enjoys learning a random assortment of new things... or would at least not get on my back about my eclectic interests." I shrug "I don't one hundred percent know but I'll know it when I see it."

"and... you haven't seen it yet?" Atem asks.

I look him in the eye, I can't help the smile that crawls over my face "I'll let you know." I tell him as I push open the door to the game shop Atem's double led us to.