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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.

The more the night progressed the more this felt like a set up.

"Brady sit!" Sarah swatted him.

"I was just trying to give Kimmy some candy." he defended.

"Sit." she said again.

"Okay, fine." he pouted, pushing his glasses up his face once more.

"We can share during the movie," Kimmy leans over to tell me as the lights start going down in the theatre, the previews starting, the talking dying down with it. I could already imagine what was happening in the back row or already vaguely hearing the sound of kissing.

"Sure. I guess," I tell her, despite not really wanting any. Perfectly content with what I had picked out for myself. "I don't want the gross pink ones though," I add, not sure she had heard me.

The slashings and the killings continue on screen, and Kimmy leaning onto me each time someone got killed made me hope that the movie ended soon. Her overly pungent scent of flowers, candy and the lingering scent of desperation had completely put me off my popcorn. The constant feeling of her breast on my arm had been rolling my eyes demused. Unable to stop myself from turning my head in order to get a glimpse of Brady as he sat there beside Sarah. The slightly flinching he had every time something jumped out onto the screen had me unknowingly smiling to myself. He was half hanging off his seat half trying to hide away from the gore as though begging the earth to swallow him up whole.

"Aren't you scared?" Kimmy whispers in my ear, bringing back to my reality as Jason takes another victim he had seeked revenge on. Fact was, I wasn't. A rampant man running around killing people with a chain saw seemed more kinky than scary. I was pretty sure I had seen this porn before, but it otherwise lacked the visual content.

I had been caught up on judging the horror movie series as she went from leaning onto my arm to wrapping her arm around my neck, in a form of cuddling; which I found to be unenjoyable via the way I had to crane my neck, allowing for that god awful sweet sent to waft up my nose once more.

"Nope," I tell her honestly, as I had suddenly wanted some popcorn. "Want some popcorn?" I ask her before she can ask me anything else. I place my hand inside the popcorn bucket only for it to meet the hand of someone else. That someone being Brady who was also busy scratching around the half empty popcorn bowl.

I don't know why, but I do not move my hand and Brady does not either.

Instead we just let our buttery hands touch, both facing the big screen not daring to look at one another and yet I had not been so aware of another person beside me more than in this moment. Him next to me and I next to him. Our shoulders hovering next to each other as our popcorned fingers grazed over one another, not one of us daring to retreat. Not until Kimmy gave me a push on the shoulder, holding out her hand for some popcorn.

"Sorry, I wanted some popcorn." I told Brady, and yet he still would not look at me.

I let my hand linger over his a second longer before I let it sit there for a moment pulling some of the sweet buttery snack out of the bucket, getting ready to place the popcorn in Kimmy's empty right hand. As I fill her hand with popcorn, I find myself wanting to return my hand to the bucket where I knew his was, where I knew we could touch once more and the idea in-thrilled me.

Watching as the teenagers in the movie get killed by the villian who seeks revenge, and spills the gory death all over the screen? Not daring to take my eyes off the screen as I go to return to the popcorn, having finally made up my mind. It took me a moment to put my hand back into the bucket, but only a half a moment to realise his hand was no longer there.

The emptiness had me looking over at Brady just in time to see Sarah whispering something to Brady. I quickly turn my attention back to the movie. Realising my hand was still in the bucket of popcorn as I took a hand full and stuffed it into my mouth.

But the movie does not hold my attention long before I am turning back to Brady, watching the movie play out in his glasses, the fans overhead making his hair dance.

"This movie is not that scary." Brady says turning to me, his words trailing off when he realised I was already watching him.

His words had me smiling, "If the look on your face earlier was anything to go by, you were scared shitless." I insisted.

"What?" he gapped at me, "Were you watching me?" the idea of me watching him, without him knowing, had Brady blushing.

But before I could reply the lights turned on and we were once again thrown into a brightly light room. The realisation that the movie had ended hit us as I quickly looked over at Kimmy who was too busy trying to get the last piece of candy out bottom of the box to notice us.

Sarah had deemed that she had enough of wanting to be here, and honestly, I wanted to feel like I had been as well, but for Brady's sake I wouldn't say it.

Maybe, I had decided I had wanted to read some more of Brady's geeky comics. On second thought, would I really want to though? Once I had thought it over for a few moments. However before I could finish the thought, I had been interrupted by Kimmy, as she asked me something. Her face towards me, her hair in a messy bun, as though she had attempted to fix it in the dark.

Whatever she had been saying had been covered up by Brady and Sarah as we walked to the lobby of the movie theatre. Now with new movie goers, waiting to see one of the couple movie options that they had to choose from; waiting to see what the movie and the rest of the remaining hours following had in store for them.

"You never want to do anything I want to do!" I hear Sarah protest, folding her arms under her chest, making her breasts pop more than what I imagined Brady would deem comfortable as her boyfriend.

"Stop making a scene." Brady sighed, taking her by the arm to maneuver her out the way of the traffic.

"Stop telling me what to do!" Sarah huffed, shrugging him off.

"We should probably give them some space," Kimmy tells me, as she spots an empty bench not too far from where we stand in the lobby, as the echoes from the movie goes cover up Sarah and Brady's argument. The argument reminded me of when I had first seen him. Sarah going on about something, Brady just standing defenseless, like a lost puppy that does not know where to go or hide.

"Maybe we should grab a slice of pizza, there's a place right next door," Kimmy tells me awkwardly as she stands in front of me, soothing out her dress, most lightly trying to work a compliment out of me.

"I hate pizza," I lie, the conversation goes into a quick dissolve, as she now stands there beside me awkwardly. So instead we wait for Sarah and Brady to finish their public demestic.

"So the movie?" Kimmy asks, trying to change to another subject, but I was not really in a talking mood.

God I need a smoke.

"Blotchy and boring," I muster up to tell her, as I fiddle the pack that I have in my jeans pocket, hoping that she'd get the hint to let it go. Then finally deciding it was time to head for Brady's car. With a sigh, I turn in that direction digging the cigarettes out as I go. Noticing the buttery texture on my hand as I did so, which only reminded me of Brady's hand and how it felt against mine for that brief second in the theatre.

My solution to this problem was wiping down my hand on my pants.

Problem solved.