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chapter fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: Head Over Heels

Lightly, Lydia smacked Steve's hand as he reached across for a handful of popcorn.

"Ow!"

"I did tell you to get your own," she reminded, eyes focused on the cinema screen.

It was a warm summer evening and the drive-in theatre was busier than expected. It turned out that Back To The Future was becoming quite the cult classic. They were late coming in, so had to park somewhere towards the back. Lydia didn't really mind, as long as she had a decent enough view of Michael J. Fox.

"Well, I thought it would be romantic to share," Steve defended his choice. "You know, like they do in the movies."

"And I said I was too hungry for that," Lydia said, tearing her eyes away from the screen to glance up at him. "You took me to a restaurant with the tiniest portions."

"Okay, I'll admit, dinner was a bust."

Lydia shook her head, not wanting him to get the wrong impression, that she wasn't appreciative or having a good time. Because she was, she really was.

"No, it was great, really. Even if the dessert was smaller than my hand," she chuckled. Steve gave her an apologetic look in response. "Hey, it was nice to do something different than, you know, grabbing a pizza. Although I would've been totally cool with that too."

Steve sighed, leaning back against the head rest. "I had this whole idea in my head, how perfect the night would go..."

Lydia smiled softly. "It is perfect."

"A snack for a meal and back row seats at the drive-in theatre?" Steve scoffed. "I can barely see anything below Michael J. Fox's neck."

"Do you honestly know nothing about me?" Lydia asked, shifting to face him properly. "Things always go wrong somehow. I'm like a...like a magnet for chaos. And imperfection is perfection to me." Steve met her eyes, small smile curving on his lips. "Plus, this is really embarrassing but it's probably the best date I've been on."

"Wow. You must have had some real shitty dates."

"Tell me about it," Lydia muttered. "Though, the problem was usually with the shitty guy. Last time I came here, dude spent almost the entire time trying to get off with me. But I just wanted to actually watch the movie. Like, it was A Nightmare On Elm Street and he couldn't spend even one minute appreciating the genius of Wes Craven," she ranted. Steve's smile grew fonder. "So, you know, at least you're not doing that."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I totally want to," he teased, eyes trailing over her. "Because that dress...that dress is making me lose my mind." Lydia met his gaze and smirked. God bless Robin and her fashion opinions. "But also, so is this film."

"It's great, right?"

"So good."

They continued watching the movie, making the occasional comment, though were mostly too engrossed to talk. Lydia did eventually relent and let Steve share some of the popcorn, though she sat with it wedged firmly between her legs because, technically, it was hers.

Part way through, and to Lydia's absolute greatest amusement, Steve pulled the yawn trick, arm wrapping securely around her shoulders. Though she'd rolled her eyes at first, Lydia did lean closer into him too, her head resting against his chest. It was nice and Lydia felt happy.

When the movie ended, she kind of...didn't want to go home? Like, despite the slightly disappointing restaurant and the fact they couldn't even see half of the movie screen, Lydia had really enjoyed herself. It had been cool to see Steve in a normal situation, you know, without any Russians. Plus, he was wearing a white shirt with the top few buttons undone and Lydia was going insane over it.