Chapter 2: DisagreementsWe gave the ticket-taker our tickets and were proceding left, as he had instructed, when I automatically swerved towards the snack booth. Heather, however seemed reluctant. “Ashleeey,” she whined. “What?! I’m hungry!” She hissed, “But what if we look like pigs in front of those guys?” “First of all, I have a boyfriend!” I began indignantly. “And secondly, I don't plan on looking like a pig!” “Uh-huh,” she retorted sarcastically. “Ash, you forget I’ve seen you eat.” I gave her a playful shove. “HEY!” Surprisingly, there was no line for snacks. I bought some popcorn and a soda, and Heather got a box of Junior Mints. I couldn’t persuade her to get anything else at the moment, but I figured she’d be back later. We entered the theater and noticed “our” guys sitting somewhere in the back. Heather and I always have a slight problem when we go to the movies together: she likes to sit really close to the front and I like to sit really far away from the screen. “Come ON! I’m NOT sitting in the front row,” I complained. “Not in the FRONT row! But not THAT far back…I mean how do u see?!” “Excuse me!" I retorted indignantly. "Those two guys are sitting in the back and you’re the one who is so intent on getting to know ‘em!” “FINE,” she conceded. “We can sit somewhere in the middle.” So we sat about fifteen rows in front of the guys and watched the pre-previews. We sat down, me munching my popcorn and Heather occasionally chewing on a Junior Mint. These actor biographies that told what movies that certain actors had been in were flashing up on the screen. When Hugh Grant came up, she and I started whistling a clapping; we just couldn’t help ourselves! Just then I noticed THE guys standing at the end of our row with their backs to us. I elbowed Bridget and she stopped to stare. Suddenly, they turned around and walked out of sight. Bridget and I exchanged puzzled glances. A few seconds later, they appeared again and the shorter one led the way down the aisle. “Hi,” he said. The other guy looked like he was hiding. “Could we sit with you?” “Oh yeah, that’s the diplomatic approach alright!” said the other guy with a sigh. “What?!” said the first guy defensively. “Well you at least could have-” “Hey, well you weren’t exactly HELPING!” “ ‘Scuse me,” I started. “Um…?” Neither seemed to notice. Heather tried, “AHEM!” They both looked back at us. She can be loud when she wants to be. “You can sit with us,” I said, a little shyly. Both of them grinned and sat down. Chapter 1 Story Index
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