My Mate

Boba Buddies

What if your parents come home? We need to call help! I'm not staying here any longer Damian, he'll kill us both!!!

I got up from my seat, whispering to my friends that I was going to the restroom, one of them handed me their empty popcorn bag and I snatched it "Seriously!?" I whisper-yelled and he nodded. I squeezed past everybody in our row, blocking their view of the movie.

I had mumbled and whispered about five apologies before I got the end of our row.

I walked down the side and out of the movie theater and threw out the empty popcorn bag, wiping the leftover popcorn residue on my clothes.

I went to the bathroom and went about my business, washing my hands and fixing my hair in the mirror.

I gave myself finger guns and licked my fingers, running them over my eyebrows.

I slowly looked down and saw grease stains all over my jeans "This is why I'm alone." I sighed and angrily ripped a piece of paper towel from the automatic dispenser, getting upset when it wasn't dispensing fast enough.

I wet the paper towel and quickly tried to wipe the grease out. I glanced at myself in the mirror with a scowl when the grease stains now looked like a had accidentally pissed on my jeans in certain spots.

I leaned closer to the mirror and pointed at myself "You are better than this! Stop ruining things for me, because if I'm an idiot and I make a complete fool of myself you're an idiot too!" I silently yelled at myself in the mirror.

I could've sworn I saw my reflection roll its eyes and I quickly stepped back.

I saw a lady standing in the corner watching me with a smile on her face. I quickly composed myself and she walked past me.

She dressed really nice, like she was on a date, she had a tight bun on her head and red lipstick, a denim blouse and a black pencil skirt with flats.

I sighed and threw my paper towel out, glancing at my hair once more. I took out the bobby pins on one side of my head that held back my hair and looked at my short hair.

My bob cut fell in my face, my bangs were too long and covered my glasses. I sighed and quickly attempted to put my hair in a bun, but it was nothing like that ladies, it was more messy.

I shrugged and walked out, fixing my black sweatshirt, that I had worn one to many times and pushing my glasses up on my nose.

"What movie are we seeing again?" I heard group of boys and quickly ducked behind a trash can. "How many times do I have to tell you James? We're going to see Final Hours." James?

"Sounds good." That sounded like...my ex.

"Mhm." I turned and was about duck walk my way back into the movie theater when I saw a tall figure hovering over me.

I quickly stood up and weighed my options I looked between the tall figure and James "Maybe we can get back together. We didn't end on bad terms." I mumbled to myself and the guy standing next to me, looked at the group of boys "Stop me from making a bad decision!!" I grabbed him by his collar and shook him. The boys all looked up from their phones and the tall guy pushed me down so I was out of sight. "That sounded like your ex for a second."

"I know right, if that bitch isn't dead. She was crazy, she didn't like the changes in me and I didn't like the fact that she wasn't changing."
They laughed and walked past us and the guy stood in front of me.

I started to tear up and sniffle and he looked down at me. The reason we broke up is kind of complicated. When we first met he was 14 and I was 12 it was at a barbecue, I really liked him and he really liked me. He wasn't from here, he was from England so he was only visiting with his family at this event.