Strings

Chapter 8

Everyone exited the theater as the credits were rolling. Shawn and I waited till the crowed left the theater. "I think its safe to go now." I suggested. We both got up and shuffled out of the aisle and bounced down the stairs.

"So how'd you like the movie?" Shawned asked shoving his hands in his pockets walking a little closer to me.

"It was great but obviously i cried. My mascara is everywhere." I pointed to my face. "Anyways did you like the movie?"

"Yea it was really good. I cried too but I dont wear makeup so its not a problem." He laughed.

"Haha lucky you. I'll be right back; I'm gonna run to the bathroom to clean up my face."

"Ok. I'll be right here." Shawn answered as I opened the womens restroom door.

As I walked in the sent of perfume and cheap toilet paper filled the air. When I ran the faust I could hear a bunch of tweleve year olds talking about how 'hot' Dave Franco was. It gave me a head ache. After I got all the black streaks off of my face I left the bathroom and continued to walk out of the theater with Shawn.

"So do you do a full face of makeup or are you a mascara and chap stick type of girl?" Shawn asked slowching down a bit so he was to my level.

"Well I do mascara mostly. And when I go to school or a special event I do eyeliner and eye shadow. I don't like to use all of that powder and foundation." I looked up at him. "I'd rather not look like a slice of cake."
He giggled. "Haha that's funny." he looked down. "So did your mom tell you about all of us going to the carnival?"
"Yea she did. It sounds fun but my mom is scared of heights. So I don't want her to feel left out."
"My mom is scared of heights too. I mean she can tolerate it for a bit but I mean not for too long."
"Oh then that works out."
"So what are you afraid of Erica?"
"What am I afraid of?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well to be totally honest with you.. I'm scared of love."
"Really? Why?"
"Well, I've never had a good experience with love. And the thought of falling in love seems scary. It's like when your a kid and you get a new toy and one day you loose your toy. And your sad, you don't know what happened. Love is the same thing as that. It goes away one day and you don't know what happened."
"Wow that's deep."
"Well I guess you could say I have deep thoughts. And our houses are down this street by the way."
"Oh ok. So, when did your fear start?"
"When I was six. I started to think about it in first grade, out of the blue. And then it escalated from there."

We walked to the edge of my driveway and went all the way up to my front porch.
"Well this is it." Shawn said facing me.
"Yea. Haha here it is." i nervously laughed.
"This is usually the part when we kiss
like in movies, but that would be weird."
"Yea haha I totally agree."
I looked down and felt a warm pair of lips hit my cheeks. I looked back up at Shawn.
"Sorry." He said looking embarrassed.
"No. It's fine. It was actually really nice." I smiled.
He smiled back. "Well good night Erica." He waved walking away.
"Wait Shawn!" I raised my voice a little.
"Yea?" He turned around.
"I'm also more afraid of the dark."
"Haha ok then you should get inside before you get the jitters." he laughed.
"Goodnight." I smiled walking inside my house and closing the door behind me.