How?
“I love you Adam, but this thing-”
“I know Maria... I know.”
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Ugh, I need to stop this. That was the fifth romantic flick I have seen today.
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“So go. But know this; I will always be here waiting for you. Our children’s children will know our tale.”
“Oh Adam.”
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“Oh Brad.”
Who’s Brad. Wait, that did not come from the movie. Someone else was in the theatre with me! Sweat pours off my forehead like a waterfall. I look around me, and-
Oh.
It’s my crush with some guy.
Or so is my assumption.
I sit farther back into my seat and cover my face with popcorn.
“Stop it Brad, someone might be in here.”
“Ha, yeah right. Who would want to watch such a old and lame movie like this?”
Me.
“Umm... me. Thats why we are here for date night.”
“Your right.”
Damn, how can a guy like that, with no care for who their partner is, get a girl like her. I know I can do better than this guy; I can just picture how I would treat her. I close my eyes and imagine it all.
“Hold on Brad, someone keeps calling me”
I open my eyes and-
How!? I’ve teleported about, um, 10 inches into the seat on my left and my lips are touching my crush’s-
Uh oh...