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The fighting between Sarah and I continue as the last few new movie watchers head to their assigned theatre room. Most of them avoid us as much as possible as they pass; others watch out of curiosity.

"You never listen!" Sarah protests once again, as she tucks her arms under her breasts. Her eyes looked at mine for a split second before looking away.

"I always listen. You're the one who makes it seem like I don't," I tell her in an articulate manner; setting a moment of silence between us before Sarah speaks up again.

"Another thing; you never want to do anything that I want to do," Sarah protested for what felt like the millionth time. "Would it have bothered you to go see a rom-com?" she asks, finishing her part of the argument before I could think of something else to defend myself with.

"It was supposed to be our date, remember?" I interject, reminding her that she was the one who had ruined our date.

"Surprise, surprise!" Sarah raised her voice at me in a cogent manner. I sheepishly looked around to see if anyone noticed the commission. Quickly noticing that Art and Kimmy weren't anywhere in sight. "You're once again making everything about yourself!" Sarah adds, leaving me to wonder what she could possibly throw my way next.

"How am I making this about myself? I just wanted us to have a date night, YOU AND I, not you, Kimmy, Art and then I! All I wanted was to spend some time with you, is that so wrong? But it seems nowadays everything I do is WRONG!" I found myself pulling at my hair as I struggled to keep my voice at an acceptable volume for a public place.

Knowing that, once again, our fight was going nowhere. Making me want to leave and crawl into the comfortable confines of my bed away from the constant fighting.

"Kimmy's boyfriend cheated on her! What type of friend would I be if I left her alone at a time like this?" that was the moment I started pacing back a fourth. Knowing that we were causing a commotion but not really caring about the theatre workers who were openly judging us.

"She didn't seem so heart broken leaning up against Art!" My anxiety climaxing.

"If I did not know any better I would think you sound jealous!" Sarah pointed out, "And would you stop pacing; it is stressing me out?!" She adds with her annoyance towards me on full display.

Her words are absolutely absurd, me jealous, about what? Kimmy and Art? What would I care if Kimmy was busy throwing herself at the poor guy, if anything I felt sorry for him. Yes that was it, I pitied him, even more so now that he was being put in the middle of this nonsensical argument.

"Fine," the only word I'm able to come up with, as I turn on my heel, headed for the exit.

What she said next, I wasn't sure if I was ready to hear or not, but she had said them without hesitation. I was vaguely able to see Art and Kimmy through the glass theatre door. Both of them standing alongside one another awkwardly as the wind picked up. She said the words with such surety and confidence it had my heart sinking in my chest.

"This isn't working anymore." Sarah tells me as my hands go to push open the double doors. There were no emotions behind the words which had my muscles aching and hand retracting. How long had she been thinking about it? Should I have been thinking about it as well? The words left to float around the air like a pungent perfume of disappointment. It seemed so obvious now that the words had been said, the answer to our dying relationship simple.

So why did it hurt so much?

"Okay," were the only words my mouth allowed me to say.

What else was I supposed to do, what else was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to fight her, scream to the roof tops that our love was worth it. But what was it worth it? What was I supposed to say? That I love her, that I have always loved her since the day I saw her playing with her Aquaman figurine in middle school? I had given her everything I had, all I had to offer, and it was not good enough. I was not good enough! Sarah wanted more than I could give her. The Sarah that once wore graphic shirts, had glasses and kissed me like she needed me more than air was no longer here. Instead that dough eyed girl was replaced with what now barely resembled the girl I once loved. I know that if I was being honest with myself, the relationship had died a long time ago.

But that did not make it hurt less.

Pushing the doors open took the last fight I had, everybody wordlessly getting into the car. Each mile down the road drawing a more awkward silence between the four of us. It remains that way until Kimmy speaks up, Sarah turning her head to answer.

Then back to silence.

"I'm going to Sarah's," Kimmy announces for what I assumed was Art's benefit. And if the look on Art's face was anything to go by, he couldn't care less. He leaned his head against the window, as though he was done with whatever this was. His raven black hair falling back in place as he makes himself comfortable. Our eyes meet in the rearview mirror for what felt like an eternity but what was in fact just a mere second. As fast as our eyes locked fast as I turned back to the never ending road ahead and yet the car ride ended so quickly as I pulled up to Sarah's house. Without a word she got out, Kimmy following in toe. She paused for a moment if wanting to say something but inevitably decided against it as she gave me a short nod. Closing the door with a firm but abrupt knock as if it symbolised the firm and abrupt end of our long heart aching relationship.

Art quickly reclaimed his position in the front seat with a satisfied smirk. Turning the radio onto some bubblegum pop station. I not sure if I wanted to talk, or simply let the silence take over us. What was there to talk about, our hand hold? That was nothing, a slip of the hand, a graze of attachment over a shared popcorn. Nothing more, nothing less.

So why did my heart jump at the thought of his finger tips on mine?

This breakup was really getting to me, I was seeing things, imagining things that were not there!

"You changed your music?" Art questions, slightly taken aback as he turns to look out the window, taking in a not so interesting view. A view that consisted of darkness, the town barely lit by blowing orange street lights and lingering strangers on street corners.

"Sure." I say not really knowing what else to do. "You have a test tomorrow?" not once taking my eyes off the road.

"Nope. I don't think so," Art tells me, as he seems to be relieved that the tension had left the car along with the girls. He seemed giddy as he fiddled with the radio, then rolling down the window allowing the cold air to fill the car, making himself comfortable and re-comfrotable as he sat uneased.

"How did it go between you and Kimmy?" I ask whimsically as I notice that he had positioned himself yet again. His hair slightly moving in the breeze of the window being rolled down.

"Not what to say," he shrugs, playing with his pack of cigarettes. I knew that he was itching to have one and yet did not light one knowing that he was not allowed to smoke in my car.

"Sorry I asked," I tell him without thinking as I realise that my anxiety from earlier had dissolved.

"I liked the movie though," Art sensing the lull in the conversation.

"And Kimmy?" I wanted to take the words back the moment they left my mouth. Yet I continued wanting to know the answer more than remove the awkward feeling instead my stomach, "Did you like Kimmy?" not sure why I cared and yet I waited in bated breath for his answer.

"What about Kimmy?" he chuckled to himself, clearly very amused by the turn this conversation had taken.

"I mean, sure she just broke up with her boyfriend and she is slightly annoying..." I trailed off.

Art interrupting me with a, "Slightly is too kind a word."

"I am just saying," I began once more, "She seemed interested in you so..."

"Kimmy and I wouldn't work out," Art smirked as though he knew something I did not.

"Why's that?" I ask curiously, sparing him a brief side glance.

"Because, I'm gay,"