❝"I don't do straight guys," Art said with the kind of confidence Brady had always wanted.
"I am not asking you to do me." He scoffed defensively crossing his arms over his chest.
"Then why are you looking at me like you want me to?"❝
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Brad. The name that Brady was going to have to get used to, I think to myself as I order some skittles and Dr Pepper. Pocketing the change as I stood there waiting for Brady.
"You waiting for me?" Brady asks, not bothering to hide his surprise and yet he was not surprised when I did not answer. The hussle and bussle of the small line made it hard to hear him as the theatre lights shone threateningly into everybody's eyes. Shoulder to shoulder we stood as he ordered and I waited.
I can see he is nervous by the way he constantly moves from one foot to the other as he constantly adjusted his glasses. I am not quite sure what he had to be nervous about.
"I got you a drink," he adds as he holds the drink box in his hand, hoping that I would take it, as his glasses start once again sliding down his nose. Watching as the frames slip from the curved bridge to the delicate tip of his nose. He shook the drink at me as he rushed me to take it, clearly out of place frames having an effect on him. But instead of taking the box I reached over and with the tip of my index finger I slid his glasses up to its desired place before finally taking the drink from him. The action catching him off guard as his eyes followed my finger the whole way through its action, watching as his mouth slightly gaped open and his cheeks took on the colour I could only describe as fire engine red.
"Seventeen Candles would have been a bad choice," I tell Brady, as I turn around and begin to walk away from him. I gave the movie the wrong title, knowing it would annoy him. But it did not seem as, only making it a few steps before I realised Brady was not following. Instead he was rooted to his previous spot, it taking him a few moments before he realised I was watching him as he jumped into action.
"It's SIXTEEN CANDLES, SIXTEEN," Brady finally interjects. Getting my way as when I saw how annoyed I had made him, his reaction made me smirk. His feet finally followed after me as we began to head to the theater room.
"Pretty sure it was seventeen," I pressed,knowing very well it was sixteen.
"The poster is right over there, look it is SIXTEEN." he insisted as though it hurt him that I could not see what was right in front of me.
"Whatever," I laughed a small silent laugh as I watched him aggressively point at the poster. "Let's just get back in there before the movie starts," I tell Brady as he reaches the theatre room door, opening it to do as I had just suggested, even if it had been sarcastic. I had wanted a cigarette, knowing that I would have to brave it out until the end of the movie, I slightly herded into the seat next to Kimmy.
"What did you get us?" I hear Kimmy ask, really emphasizing the word, us, as though there was such a thing as us.
"Didn't realise you wanted anything." I tell Kimmy as Sarah snorts, getting a smack from the girl in question.
Brady comes to the rescue with, "I have Swedish Fish, popcorn, Good and Plenty," Brady offering her some candy. Kimmy grabbing the Good and Plenty, smiling as she takes the box. Both of them having to lean over me to meet halfway. Not missing how Kimmy stuck her chest out as she placed it right in front of my peripheral vision.
