on the bold head and how I wanted to bash it right now.
Why can't tall people get the back seats or something?
The movie started and the last bits of chatter died down. I nearly took the guy’s popcorn next to me and chuck it at the screen when I realised it was an old black and white movie. Great, just my luck.
It wasn't even an hour in and I was already bored. I looked around at Darius who seemed to watch the movie with interest. With a deep sigh, I slouched in my chair. My eyes felt heavy and the theatre was warm, making me fall asleep instantly.
Something or somebody stepped on my feet and I opened my eyes and sat up. Where am I? I looked around and realised I had fallen asleep. What a shame....that looked like an amazing movie.
"Is it over?" I asked, yawning and stretching in my seat as much as it would allow. Darius raised an eyebrow and I stopped mid–stretch, turning back and sitting down.
"No, interval break," he said.
"What? Since when do we have interval breaks?" I muttered. They would be so handy in normal movie places, especially when you were busting to go to the toilet but the best scene was on.
"Right, I'll be back then." I urgently needed to pee-pee.
I got up. All the seats to my left were with the high school boys and they must have gone or left so it was easy to walk without falling over someone's feet.
I walked past the drinks area and to the bathroom. Washing my face, I stared in the mirror at my sleepy eyes. I really needed to get a good night’s rest. There are only four more days for Darius and I to bond and so far it was not in any progress. One second he was all nice and then he was like a cold-hearted bastard the next.
I walked back to my seat, passing the teenage boy who let out a slow whistle. I shot him a glare and he winked back. I sat back down, taking off my jacket. It was getting a bit too hot in here.
The movie continued and I tried to concentrate on the movie and not on the teenager’s hand that was inching way too close to my armrest. I moved toward Darius more. I kept my eye on the guy and glared at him but he seemed not to notice as he leaned a bit more to my side.
I was ready to confront him when Darius stretched his arm, draping it over the back of my seat. The teenager looked at the hand and moved away and I bit my lip trying not to smile or show that I noticed as I watched the movie.
As much as I tried to concentrate on the movie, my eyes kept drooping and I felt my head sway. Did you ever have those moment when you want to sleep on the train or the bus and the movement kept making your head droop and you got embarrassed? That was what was happening now.
My head kept drooping and swaying and I kept opening my eyes, trying to concentrate. In the end, I gave in and closed my eyes, leaning back into the seat. It was warm and hard and I pulled up my jacket.
I had to say, these seats smelled damn fine. The cleaners did a good job.
Chapter TWELVE
6 Months Ago
Walking into the shop, I looked around at the rows and rows of white dresses and stopped. Why does someone have to wear white? I mean, it signifies purity and innocence but when you think about it, what is so pure about a marriage?
That being said, it was only family members invited, and just about another twenty or so people, so why does this wedding need to be so lavish?
"Hello. Can I help you?"
I turned around to see one of the sales representatives smiling. Another assistant was behind her holding a bottle of champagne and glass and I looked back at my mother with her private assistant going through the dresses.
"Um..." I said, looking back and forth. I looked over at my mother who pulled out a long white dress with a trail probably bigger than the aisle itself and a corset that looked like it was going to make me four sizes smaller.
"Yea, do you have any dresses in orange?" I
Why can't tall people get the back seats or something?
The movie started and the last bits of chatter died down. I nearly took the guy’s popcorn next to me and chuck it at the screen when I realised it was an old black and white movie. Great, just my luck.
It wasn't even an hour in and I was already bored. I looked around at Darius who seemed to watch the movie with interest. With a deep sigh, I slouched in my chair. My eyes felt heavy and the theatre was warm, making me fall asleep instantly.
Something or somebody stepped on my feet and I opened my eyes and sat up. Where am I? I looked around and realised I had fallen asleep. What a shame....that looked like an amazing movie.
"Is it over?" I asked, yawning and stretching in my seat as much as it would allow. Darius raised an eyebrow and I stopped mid–stretch, turning back and sitting down.
"No, interval break," he said.
"What? Since when do we have interval breaks?" I muttered. They would be so handy in normal movie places, especially when you were busting to go to the toilet but the best scene was on.
"Right, I'll be back then." I urgently needed to pee-pee.
I got up. All the seats to my left were with the high school boys and they must have gone or left so it was easy to walk without falling over someone's feet.
I walked past the drinks area and to the bathroom. Washing my face, I stared in the mirror at my sleepy eyes. I really needed to get a good night’s rest. There are only four more days for Darius and I to bond and so far it was not in any progress. One second he was all nice and then he was like a cold-hearted bastard the next.
I walked back to my seat, passing the teenage boy who let out a slow whistle. I shot him a glare and he winked back. I sat back down, taking off my jacket. It was getting a bit too hot in here.
The movie continued and I tried to concentrate on the movie and not on the teenager’s hand that was inching way too close to my armrest. I moved toward Darius more. I kept my eye on the guy and glared at him but he seemed not to notice as he leaned a bit more to my side.
I was ready to confront him when Darius stretched his arm, draping it over the back of my seat. The teenager looked at the hand and moved away and I bit my lip trying not to smile or show that I noticed as I watched the movie.
As much as I tried to concentrate on the movie, my eyes kept drooping and I felt my head sway. Did you ever have those moment when you want to sleep on the train or the bus and the movement kept making your head droop and you got embarrassed? That was what was happening now.
My head kept drooping and swaying and I kept opening my eyes, trying to concentrate. In the end, I gave in and closed my eyes, leaning back into the seat. It was warm and hard and I pulled up my jacket.
I had to say, these seats smelled damn fine. The cleaners did a good job.
Chapter TWELVE
6 Months Ago
Walking into the shop, I looked around at the rows and rows of white dresses and stopped. Why does someone have to wear white? I mean, it signifies purity and innocence but when you think about it, what is so pure about a marriage?
That being said, it was only family members invited, and just about another twenty or so people, so why does this wedding need to be so lavish?
"Hello. Can I help you?"
I turned around to see one of the sales representatives smiling. Another assistant was behind her holding a bottle of champagne and glass and I looked back at my mother with her private assistant going through the dresses.
"Um..." I said, looking back and forth. I looked over at my mother who pulled out a long white dress with a trail probably bigger than the aisle itself and a corset that looked like it was going to make me four sizes smaller.
"Yea, do you have any dresses in orange?" I
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