Roadtrip Oneshots

Mack, Cinema

Mikey

I shivered the second myself and Jack exited the Uber, quickly paying our fee before all but sprinting into the cinema. Luck was on our side, seeing as the second we shoved the doors open and walked into the lobby, heat was instantly blasted our way.
I shook the rain from my hair, seeing Jack copy my actions from the corner of my eyes, and promptly shrugging out coats off. I slung it over one arm, reaching into my back pocket for my wallet.

"There's no way in hell you're paying Mikey." Jack caught on to what I was doing, and I sighed, still taking my wallet in my hand.

"You paid for the Uber Jack... I thought we'd agreed that we would pay for one each?"

"You forget that you paid last time Mike."

I sighed again. There was no way I was going to beat Jack at this game.
As much of a good friend he was, his stubbornness annoyed the hell out of me. I still clutched my wallet in my hands, hoping that I would be able to get to the counter first. We got in line, already discussing and deciding what food we were going to get.

See, myself and Jack had been so bored that we decided to leave the flat and go and catch a film, none of the others wanting to come with us. I didn't even know what film we were watching yet, and that was part of the fun. We were just going to go up to the counter and ask the worker to recommend a film to us; we really weren't that bothered what we ended up watching... The two of us had come to the decision that we couldn't stay in the flat for a second longer.

At the sound of laughter I discreetly looked out of the corner of my eye. A group of four lads were loitering in the lobby, and I wondered how they hadn't been asked to leave yet. But what made me look to the floor, cheeks tinged red, was the fact that they were all looking right at me. I heard them laughing again, and when I looked back I watched them look me up and down, one of them pointing out something. I flushed even deeper, feeling my hands start to go clammy.

Jack was talking to me, but I wasn't really paying attention, too focused on trying to hear what the lads were saying to each other.
Was it my clothes? I looked down. I had white shoes, black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, with a jacket on. I thought it had looked alright if I was being honest, but then I wondered why I even cared what they thought anyway. I ran my hand through my hair, ruffling it, but for some reason that made them laugh harder.

What the hell were the laughing at?

I stared hard at the floor, trying my absolute best to ignore them. Jack was still talking at me, so I tried my best to tune into what he was saying... Only I found that I couldn't. I didn't want Jack to notice this little thing, so I tried to act like nothing was bothering me, but of course it never goes well.

"Alright, I know you're not listening, so what's wrong?" Jack turned a bit to look at me, frowning. I guess I was still red in the face. "Why do you look embarrassed?" He carried on.

"It's nothing Jack, look we're next in line-"

"-What are they laughing at? They keep looking over at us." Jack questioned suddenly, nodding discreetly at the lads in the corner. My heart pounded.

"Nothing, let's just get our tickets and food-"

The sound of their cacophonous laughter cut me off, and I stared at my feet, knowing that my cheeks were growing even redder. I just wanted to know what the hell they were laughing at.
Was it because I looked ridiculous? Like an idiot? And why was I getting paranoid anyway?

"They're laughing at you." Jack quietly said. I snapped my head up to Jack, seeing the hatred in his eyes as he glared at the lads. I watched him take a step forwards, but I grabbed his arm tightly.