Weekends

30- Movies and Mistakes- D

I tried to let it go. I really did, but Brendon telling everyone that I could go to the movies pissed me off beyond belief. Ryker had been bugging me throughout second and third period about being gay and being in love with Brendon. I know that it shouldn't bother me, but I wasn't used to being bullied.

Of course, nothing would ever change how much I loved Brendon. He was everything to me, but I just didn't want to deal with seeing anyone outside of school that night. I wanted to cry to myself in my room. Either way, I was picking Brendon up at 6, and it was 5:45. I had to leave soon.

The moment I got to his house, I saw his cute face and felt a small smile grow on mine. "Hey, B," I said. "Hey," he spoke softly. "What movie are we seeing," I asked, unintentionally sighing. "I think they decided on Oceans 8. Are you okay with that?" I shrugged and kept driving.

The ride was mostly silent except for the radio that was quietly playing the album Sam's Town by The Killers. Brendon was pulling at a thread on his pants. He was still on edge from my outburst earlier, but I couldn't find it in myself to do anything to ease his anxiety. I was still mad.

"Hey, Brendon, Dall! You guys ready for some popcorn and badass women," Spencer came running up to us as soon as he saw us.

"I guess."

"Heck y-yeah!"

Brendon and I spoke at the same time. I didn't know that he was that excited about going to the movies. "D-Dall," Brendon whispered as we made our way to the ticket counter. I hummed in response. "Can I b-buy your t-ticket?" I shrugged and stepped up to the register as I rolled my eyes.

"What can I get you, sir," the tired-looking cashier asked. I related to the exhaustion in her voice. "One ticket to the 7:15 showing of Oceans 8," I said, sighing at the fact that I had to pay for something I didn't even want to do. "That'll be $11.56." I grumbled to myself and went to pull my wallet out of my pocket when Brendon nervously walked up to the counter. "Can y-y-you a-add-add one ticke-et to th-th-that, p-p-p-pleas-se," he stuttered.

The cashier did as he'd requested and told us the new total of $23.02. I frowned at how expensive it was and figured that Brendon forgot to bring money, so I went to put my debit card into the machine, but a small hand stopped me. "H-How much i-i-is a m-med-dium p-opcorn?" The girl checked the menu. "It's $8," she told him. Brendon checked his wallet for extra money but found none. "A-a-a small?" His face was bright red. "That's $6. Do you want me to add it?" He nodded and waited for the final price. "Okay, you're total is $29.02." Brendon gave her three crumpled ten dollar bills and stepped back from the counter.

His hands were shaking when he handed me my movie ticket. "Thank you, B," I mumbled and placed my hand in the small of his back. "I-I-It's no pr-pro-oblem." I sighed and kissed his cheek. "Let's go find the others," I told him, holding his shaky hand as we walked to the theater.

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The movie sucked and was a waste of time. Everyone else loved it and said that it was fantastic, which annoyed the hell out of me. I just wanted to go home, not stand in the movie complex lobby and relive the movie. "Dall, d-didn't you-ou love it," Brendon giggled loudly. I shrugged and told him that it was time to leave. He said quick goodbyes to our friends and followed me out to the parking lot.

The ride was fine until Brendon piped up. "Dall, w-why're you u-upset?" I hit my hand on the steering wheel and startled him. "I'm not upset, Brendon. I'm pissed off that you were so inconsiderate," I said in a harsh tone. He flinched. "W-what do you mean?"

"Really, Brendon? Don't play fucking stupid. You telling everyone that I would pay $12 to go to the movies was beyond inconsiderate," I sighed, my voice only getting louder. "B-but I paid f-for your ticket, a-and you're inconsiderate enough t-to have us si-it near your m-mean friends a-almost every s-s-sing-ingle day. I-I just w-anted to s-spend time with you," Brendon retaliated.

His voice was wavering, but he was still trying to be louder than usual. I glared at him and turned back to the road. "You don't think about anyone but yourself, Brendon! When was the last time fucking thanked someone for letting you go over to their house because you didn't want to be home?!" Brendon's nose was flushing red. It only did that when he was trying his absolute hardest not to break down.

"I thank you a-a-and your f-amily a-all the time! I don't understand y-you, Da-allon," he shouted. "Who the hell do you think you are? At least, I fucking talk! Making people wait for your responses so you can write them out is more inconsiderate than anything I've ever seen," I yelled.

The look on Brendon's face immediately brought me back from my fit of rage. His face was beet red and tears were filling his eyes. I'd made a huge mistake. "S-stop th-th- stop th-the c-c-ar, p-please," he whispered. "Brendon, I'm-" I started. "L-Let m-m-m-me ou-out of the c-car, D-Dallon." I pulled over next to the sidewalk and watched him unbuckle his seatbelt. "Bren, baby, I'm sorry. I just- I had a rough day at school, and Ryker-" I tried to explain myself, but he wouldn't hear it, not that I blamed him. "D-on't y-you d-d-da-are b-blame th-is on h-a-having a r-ough day a-a-at school, D-D-allon! D-on't you d-dare," he sobbed while screaming at me and getting out of the car. "Brendon, please. It's dark out, and we're still like three miles from your house. At least, let me drive you home," I pleaded, rolling down my window so he could still hear me.

"L-eave m-me a-a-alone," he cried with his arms wrapped about his middle as he walked towards his house. "Brendon, I'm sorry," I told him, but he just kept sobbing and walking away from my car and further down the poorly lit street.