"Mom, are you sure you don't want help with dinner?" I asked for a third time, secretly hoping that for a third time she would say no.
Today was the day Mom wanted to have Nathan's welcome home dinner, and I could tell she was super excited that he was back home.
"No, Amelia. You guys go down to the park or something. Take a couple dollars from my wallet, you could even go to the movies. Just go do something." she replies, never looking up from the stove.
I look at Nathan for some sort of help and he shrugs his shoulders before saying, "Why don't we do both?"
"Do both? Don't you think we wont have enough time to do both?" I ask and he shrugs again.
I sigh, "Okay, lets do both."
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"What movie do you want to see?" he asks.
"Its your welcome home party, why don't you pick the movie?" I retort, not really in the mood to see any movie, or be anywhere but home.
"Well, we're next so one of us better figure it out within the next five minutes..." He looks up at the screen that displays the movies and their times and whispers "Do you still like super heroes?"
I tilt my head to the side and whisper back "Why are you whispering?"
He lets out a groan and points towards the movie screen.
"Fuck, Green bean. Just pick a damn movie."
I give in and raise my hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay. How about... the super heroes one, not that much changes in a year."
He looks down at me and smiles, "That's why you're still my Green bean."
"Next customer in line!" one of the employees shouts and I follow Nathan to the end of the row of ticket boxes, where he use the money my mom lent us to pay for tickets to the movie.
As he pays, I turn to look at the line. The line is longer now and I silently thank the heavens that we got here when we did.
As I shift my vision back over towards Nathan, a dash of black dances across my peripheral vision and I double take just to make sure what I'm seeing is right.
The boy from the grocery store dashes across the parking lot and through all of the people at the theater.
He wears the same clothes he did yesterday, looking slightly more disheveled as he runs his hands through his hair.
He doesn't wait in line for a ticket, but walks straight through into one of the movie rooms.
Nobody seems phased by the strange boy dashing through the crowd, skipping the line, and not having his ticket checked.
Nathan taps on my shoulder, startling me and pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Did you hear me?" he asks and I flash him a guilty smile. He sighs and repeats himself. "I said the movie starts at five forty-five, so we should head into the movie room."
"Of course, lets go" I laugh, still a little confused.
A teenage girl checks our tickets and lets us through instructing us to go down the hall and into the third movie room on the left.
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Ghost of You
Fanfiction"I can't do this anymore!" I scream into the rain. "Yes you can. Amelia, you have to help me." He reaches out to touch me, but I back away. "What do you know? You're not even real. You are a figment of my imagination! You drag me out of my home to...
