College Fund

//Just Promise Me One Thing//

It felt weird sitting in the driver's seat of my dad's car.

It also felt like I was breaking some sort of law.

But I wasn't, I'm eighteen, I've had my licence for almost two years. It was perfectly legal for me to be driving.

The thing was, my dad hadn't exactly given me permission to drive his car while he was gone. But he had left it in my possession... so that's basically the same thing, right?

I forced those thoughts to the back of my mind by focusing on the fact that this was the only way I was going to get to the movies, and I wanted to go, so there was really no other option.
Driving downtown in a car felt relatively short compared to the time it took in the ever-halting city bus. I pulled up at the theatre and parked in the first open spot I saw. I snatched up my purse and my dad's keys, locked the car, and hurried towards the front of the building.

"Hey Cassidy! Over here!" Bria was waving her arms and yelling at me from under a giant sign that read: 'Mapletown Cinema'. Margaux was standing by her side, waving her arms considerably less enthusiastically than her counterpart.

I bounded up the steps, lowering my head to avoid the stares of the people who were looking at Bria, and following her gaze to me. "Hey, bonjour," I greeted, nodding my head to Bria and Margaux in turn.

Margaux might speak fluent English now, but typically her friends-myself obviously included-went out of our way to speak French to her whenever we could. We had all agreed that it wasn't really fair to expect her to do all the learning, so we made a point of learning her language, and it was actually really fun.

"Salut Cassidy," Margaux replied in that cool way of hers. She made hyper Bria seem like a five year old compared to her maturity. Despite our differences, I really did care about Margaux. She was an amazing friend.

Bria tapped her foot anxiously. "So are we just going to stand here and talk, or are we going to see the movie?"

Margaux shook her head teasingly, as if to say all in good time, and lead the way to the ticket booth, which was just through the front doors. "Vien ici!" She called when she found the shortest line-up.

"I'm surprised it's so busy," I commented, "It's a week-night."
Bria shrugged her shoulders, clearly not caring. Apparently she was really excited to see this movie. We joined Margaux in line and waited patiently for our turn to buy tickets.

Shoot. Would Dad honestly approve of me spending my hard earned college money on movie tickets? And with inflated prices, I could only imagine how much that ticket would cost. Why didn't I think things through? Obviously going to the movies would involve spending money, and obviously I didn't have money to spend.

I was such an idiot.

"Next, please," The ticket sales lady called.

"That's us," Bria squealed excitedly and grabbed my arm, dragging me along behind her and Margaux.

Margaux flipped her dark hair and pulled a $50 bill out of her pocket. "3 tickets for 'A Walk to Remember', si vous plait," she drawled, and the lady hurriedly got the tickets prepared.

Margaux slapped her bill down on the counter. Was she paying for my ticket? No, she probably expects you to pay her back later, I chided myself, horrified that I had gotten so used to charity that I was expecting it.

"My treat, girls," Margaux insisted as we grabbed our tickets and walked in the direction of theatre 3.

I shook my head. "No way, Mar. We can pay you back." Although I hid my true feelings, I was secretly hoping she would refuse so I wouldn't have to work overtime tomorrow to cover the cost of my ticket.