Blair Silver

Part 20: The Movie

By the time we pull up to the movie theatre, I've forgotten all about my sister. I'm just content to be with Blair. He opens the door to help me out of the car, like the gentleman he is, and we enter the theatre. I check the time on my phone and see that we're just in time to make the movie, and won't have to wait another, like, hour for the next one. Perfect.

Naturally, I'm distracted by checking my phone and forget about the curb that I have to step onto. I trip instead. Blair catches me. I blush and pocket my phone, but when I look back up at him, he's just smiling down at me. I blush more and move closer so I can bury my face in his chest for a moment before taking his hand and tugging him along, intently staring ahead of me so I don't look back and a) trip again and/or b) allow Blair to see how badly I'm blushing.

Once we're inside, we go to the ticket desk and select our movie (and by that I mean, Blair asks me what I want to see and I ask him what he wants to see and he insists that I choose since I'm paying, so I argue that since this is my way of paying him back, he should choose, and eventually we figure out that we both want to see the same movie anyways and I pay for the tickets). And then, of course Blair decides that we must have popcorn and he pays for that, which defeats the purpose of this whole movie date allowing me to pay him back for everything he buys for me. It doesn't take me long to give up on that idea.

"So I guess I don't need to ask if you like butter on your popcorn," he comments as I press the dispensing button so hard my thumb hurts, trying to get more out of the stupid tap that clearly doesn't know its purpose because it's impossible to get enough butter out of it in a reasonable amount of time.

"What's the point of popcorn if it's not soggy enough to melt in your mouth?"

"Um... to have it crunchy?"

I squint at him suspiciously. "Do you like your popcorn crunchy?"

He starts to smirk a little. "Would it be so bad if I did?"

I squint harder. He smirks more.

"Okay, fine. I don't. I don't think I feel as strongly about it as you do, though."

"Clearly, if you think even suggesting otherwise is an acceptable thing to do."

He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer so that he can smirk at me up close. "Did I offend you?"

I huff a little, because I can feel heat rising to my cheeks. "Maybe."

He cups a hand under my jaw, giving me a very attractive and somewhat seductive, eyebrow-raised expression. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

My heart flutters. "Um... no... it's- it's completely unforgivable."

He smirks more as he presses a soft kiss to my cheek, his lips stealing my capability to think. I suck in an inhale as he leaves another kiss, and then another, all so, so gentle and only stopping at the corner of my mouth. My head is spinning, even though he's barely done anything.

"How about now?" he whispers, his breath fanning over my very warm, very red cheeks.

"Now..." I stare up at him, feeling a little weak, until I'm hit by a wave of panic that feels oddly similar to being hit by a wave of freezing cold water. "The movie. We're going to get locked out of the theatre!"

His eyes widen, and his gaze snaps to his watch, before landing on the hallway behind me where our movie is being shown. We both start aggressively speed-walking to the door (I'm too clumsy to run), which is being held open by an employee, who is looking at us like he's seriously considering locking us out. Blair rolls his eyes and hands me the popcorn which he apparently managed to grab, then jogs over to the door. The employee sighs dramatically and walks away while I make my way to the door at a pace safe for a very clumsy human being.