𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚
𝙄𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙
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Khalil was a janitor, it was his last year of highschool and he wanted extra money. It was a part time thing which he didn't enjoy, people were sloppy and often disrespectful to the theater making him feel like a slave.
There was no use to complain; people were gonna do the same thing regardless. No matter if it was throwing popcorn, spilling drinks, or even having sex in the seats.
Khalil sucked his teeth while picking up his broom, entering his last theater before home. The man sat the spray and towel down on the ground next to him before glaring up. His eyes met a girls, she was timid and obviously nervous to his presence.
Her eyes darted back toward the screen attempting to ignore Khalil's intense stare. The man studied her, attempting to see how off she was to still be sitting in an empty, quiet theater.
" you do realize the movie ended?" He spoke; his voice rough. She glanced at him and gave him a nod, one not leaving him to continue to the conversation.
She occasionally looked, seeing him sweep. He swept every row dumping the trash into the bin until he finally reached her row; she looked at Khalil before noticing there were no ending scenes.
"Don't you have something better to do other than watch ending movie scenes? Like, hang with friends?" He uttered his voice tint with attitude while sweeping. The girl stared at him; her bottom lip sucked into her mouth while she observed his features.
His long dreads, his tattoos and bright skin, his gap and his nice pink lips. She glared to his body seeing his arm and hand tattoos, his hands were big and his arms were toned.
She found her self staring longer than she intended, finally moving out of the way, the woman scoffed. " you don't have to be rude, it's something I enjoy. I don't need other people to do things I enjoy" she sassed.
Khalil's mouth tugged into a smirk, he hummed ignoring her outburst of sass. He let the lady leave in peace and finished cleaning the theater.
7 days went by again before y/n saw the theater again. College was stressful and the only time she got to let go was at the theater she felt, she enjoyed the new films, the scary ones, the sad ones— and the romance ones.
She stared at the list, observing her options. There wasn't many, the most selling was 18+, and aside from being 22 the girl was a bit embarrassed. Mostly because she was alone— in public, watching sex scenes.
She hesitated before clicking the name and buying the ticket. She got her drink and popcorn and went off to the theater, it was a minute before the lights dimmed and the movie begun.
It started off slow burn, enemy to lover. The guy was jealous and possessive over the girl, childhood lover drama, y/n was pretty amused by the plot the twists and turns reminded her of a good book.
But then the scenes came. The girl melted into her seat as the moans filled the theater, embarrassed to think of the people who passed by— could they hear?
Her eyes darted from their bodies to their faces, the intimacy wasn't peak— it felt forced and it was clear they were acting. The tension before was perfect until the sex, she let out a low huff and continued to watch.
The movie ended and with a quickness; the girl left. She hurried to exit, trying to erase the dirty images from her mind, the groans and moans they filled her head as she practically rushed out the building.
