Pyromaniacs (Watty Awards)

[]Chapter 7[]

Warning: Potential spoilers below for the movie- Journey 2. If you haven't seen it but want to, read cautiously.

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Eventually Steve and I both agreed to seeing the movie "Journey Two" and bought a couple tickets and some popcorn. We were both dressed in comfortable clothes.

We could choose a seat anywhere in the theatre, so we chose the back. I had wanted to sit up front, but Steve threw in a few facts and good points, and I finally agreed. By the end of his speech it seemed like a better idea anyway. 

There was nothing to do while we waited for the movie to play, so we snacked on popcorn and talked. Eventually the subject turned to something I truly didn't want to talk about, but participated anyway. Tony.

"So what's going on with you two?" he asked. I could tell by his look that it was an innocent question, so I replied.

"I guess nothing," I answered honestly, slightly sad about it. He nodded and hugged me, then we both turned towards the screen as the movie started. I showed him a cool trick with the seats, so we could stick our legs out.

We leaned back to back after finding that the most comfortable way to watch, and finally focused on the movie. By now they were up in the plane and heading towards the Mysterious Island.

I pulled my legs up against my chest and shuffled around a little bit, so my neck didn't have to go through so much stress, and took a handful of popcorn. This movie was actually entertaining.

After about twenty minutes, both of our necks got sore and we decided to just sit the normal way and put our feet up on the chairs in front of us. 

In the movie at this point, they had found the grandpa and were heading towards something that would "Take Hank's breath away,". 

I suddenly noticed Steve's arm on my shoulders, and decided if I should move it or not. Then I remembered what happened with Tony, and I figured it would be fine to leave it. I snuggled into Steve and kept watching the movie.

A few times throughout the movie there were some really funny parts, and Steve and I would burst into laughter and completely lose concentration on the movie for a few minutes. When we would finally turn back, the movie would have gone past that part and moved on.

Too soon, the movie ended. Strangely enough, I wasn't tired, so I turned to Steve. He looked just as awake as I did.

"You wanna go see another movie?" I asked him. He laughed and nodded, and we grabbed our half empty bowl of popcorn and our slushies and made our way out of the theatre to purchase more tickets for a different movie.

"Thank you both for actually coming to buy tickets. Most of the people these days just jump into the next movie," the cashier said while the tickets printed. I nodded. I had slightly wanted to do that, but I knew that Steve lived by highly trustworthy standards, so I had just bought other tickets.

What we were watching next? The Hunger Games. We practically repeated our process from Journey 2 in this movie too, except for the one part where I screamed and threw the popcorn and spent nearly the rest of the movie laughing about it.

After that movie, we were both exhausted. It was around four in the morning by now, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Alright, no more movies. I think I'm going to sleep until noon, and then we can make some more plans," I told Steve, and he agreed with a slight laugh.