The Tattoo Artist's Bouquet

L A N C E

The Movie
12

((Third?))
Arriving at the mall without and collisions, Lance and Keith jumped off the motorbike making their way towards the entrance as fast as possible, with the almost unbearable heat scorching their backs.

Almost getting hit by a car twice, Lance finally makes it in the building sighing as the cold air conditioned air hit his face, and the face beside his, dying with laughter.

"Y-you! Pfftthahahaha! Y-you almost got hit! Not once but twice!" Keith laughed wiping tears from his eyes.

Lance eyebrows furrowed as he pulled into a pout. Once Keith had somewhat stable breathing, they made their towards the movie theatre stopping at a stand to get a pack of sodas and hid them into Keith's miniature bag, thanking the lord that in fit. They also bought 1 pack of candies each, knowing they would get more at the theatre.

They started walking towards the theatre, Lance offering many times to wear the backpack and Keith being to prideful to give it up. Once Lance stopped, a light pink brushed his cheeks and his eyes flickered towards Keith's free hand. He slowly shifted his hand towards his, hesitating.

Letting out an exasperated breath, Lance just went for it and grabbed Keith's hand. Keith expecting it after seeing Lance watch his hand like prey, squeezed Lance's hand. They walked holding hands, and walking close to each other until they got to the ticket booth. Where Lance, with a lot of complaining from Keith that his hand hurt, let go.

They bought the tickets and walked to the arcade, which was connected to the theatre, playing a couple games quickly, before buying some food, like chicken wings, fries and hotdogs, and a medium size popcorn tub, with a side of more gummies, and Lance claiming he was going to be fat after this. They got to the stand where they check your tickets, getting their theatre number.

Their theatre was situated at the very back, where they would be watching Aquaman. They got in the theatre and found their seats, near the back right corner, where only two people a corner could sit. They were lucky because in that theatre, was reversing seats. So you could adjust you positioning however you wanted, which Lance thought was the coolest.

They first sat in a sitting position, eating their food, and around when they were finished the ads and commercials started playing. They finished once the real movie started playing. They pushed their seats back into a laying position. Occasionally popping some of the popcorn into their mouths, they snuggled close together, covering themselves with the blanket Lance insisted they bought on their way to the theatre.

Lance got tired during the first minutes of the movie so he opened a pack of gummies offering some to Keith.

They watched the rest of the movie like that, occasionally changing positions of grabbing a handful of the treats they had out. But one thing that stayed the same was, under all the blankets, they were holding hands. Not even thinking of letting go.

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Lance was the black screen watching the credits roll as he got up from the warm seat, shaking of the crumbs that had accumulated as the movie played.

He dusted himself off and stretched, groaning as he did, and sighing as he slouched and started cleaning up the area, as Keith did the same. Lance lifted the blanket and opened it up, shaking and dusting off all the crumbs, folding it and putting in back into his bag. Keith collected the dishes and garbage and walked towards the garbage can. Lance picked up any of our stuff, like phones and earbuds and handed Keith, his and put his in his own bag.

Once they finished cleaning up, the boys left the theatre hand in hand, talking ecstatically about the movie and fight scenes. Keith and Lance had decided to go shopping for a bit after.

They walked towards the map of the mall, Lance skimming his eyes along the list of stores until Keith found one store, grabbed hand Lance's hand and dashed. Lance tripped many times not expecting the dash. Keith and Lance ran, what he thought, was across the whole mall until they stopped in front of one store, clearly stood out from the others with it's...emo demeanor. Hot Topic. Known to inhabit all the emos and anime lovers.((HAHAHAHA I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT! IM NOT APART OF THAT POPULATION!))

Lance gulped. Keith pulled Lance in the store, his face lighting up when he saw the band t shirts and...well....the black. He immediately rushed to the band t shirts grabbing a bunch and selecting a couple. While Keith was doing that, Lance browsed around the store, until something caught his eye. There was a Harry Potter section and Lance gasped. He didn't know there was going to be anything he liked.

Whelp. This is where the real shopping begins.

~Word Count: 875 Words~
((Yo. So, I was kinda writers block near the last part...but I did my best. How'd you guys like the Grammys? Fun? Boring? Annoying? Exciting? Well, don't forget to comment, vote(if you want) and enjoyed this chapter!))