Do It If No One's Watching

Chapter 13.

Enough sappy love stuff. That's not what my life or my story is about. It's about the crazy ass shit that went down in my junior year of high school, right? Right.

So one day I was sitting on my couch. Wyatt came in and threw open my door. He was panting,  screaming, "Holly, get the fuck up and get the fuck out! We're going to break into a movie theater whether you like it or not!"

I was in awe. I was struck by fear. "Wyatt!" I screamed back. "I thought you were in Mexico! When did you get back?!"

"No time for questions!" he shouted as he grabbed me by the arm. He smashed his lips into mine. "It's time we break into the movie theater!"

"Okay!" I laughed with him as I let him pull me out of my house.

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...Okay, that didn't happen. It was actually a Saturday and I was watching TV when Wyatt called me and asked me if I want to go see a movie with him.

"There's this new movie out called The Getaway and I heard that it's a really shitty," he said. "It's supposed to be a thriller, but everyone says that it's just like stupidly bad."

I laughed. "Why would I want to go see that?" I asked.

"It would be funny!" he assured. "Come on!"

I scoffed and asked, "Wait. Isn't that movie rated R?"

He laughed on the other line. "I knew you would say that," he said. "Yeah, it is, but whatever, right? We can just buy tickets for some other movie and then wonce we get passed the guy that takes the tickets, we'll just go into the one that's playing The Getaway!"

"That's fucking stupid," I said as I smiled.

And as stupid as it was, I agreed. I got ready and waited for Wyatt to pick me up. Which he did. An hour later than he was supposed to.

"Holly!" I heard outside my house along with multiple honks of his car's horn.

I walked outside, seeing his red pickup truck outside. I laughed at his parking job as I got inside. "You're really a piece of shit, you know that?" I asked. He shrugged and smiled.

"But I'm your piece of shit," he said as he pointed at me quickly. The hand he pointed at me with was also holding a lit cigarette, so some of the ashes got flicked onto my face.

When we got to the theater, Wyatt paid for both of our tickets. They were for some little kid movie that my little cousin actually wanted to see.

"Shit," Wyatt vociferated right after he'd bought the tickets. I looked over to him to see him staring intently at one of the tickets.

"What?" I asked as I laughed.

"I really fucking wanted to see this," he said.

I laughed and shoved him as we made our way to get some disgusting overpriced popcorn. It's literally unpalatable, but still, every time I ever went to the movies, I got it. It's kind of like an American tradition, isn't it? To buy food even when you don't like or want it?

Anyway, we snuck into the movie successfully. I honestly don't know why Wyatt didn't just buy us tickets for this one instead. I mean, yeah, he's 17, but he could pass for 18. And plus, I don't think some angsty teen working at the movies would stop us and ask us for ID or anything.

And if the fact that we had just snuck into an R-Rated movie wasn't enough, he was also smoking in the theater. No one was even saying anything about it (which made me even more anxious) and Wyatt said that even if they did, he wouldn't have stopped. And I wasn't going to be the one to say anything; I was just happy that he didn't bring any alcohol in because that is definitely something that he would do.

"This movie is fucking shit!" he screamed at the movie at one point. I shushed him because I didn't want anyone to get mad, but all I heard were people unanimously agreeing.

Wyatt laughed as he sat back and took another drag of his cigarette. I smiled at him as he smirked at me.

"What?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Who does that?" I asked with a smile on my face.

He lifted up his hands and went, "Does what?"

"Screams about how bad a movie is while they're in the theater watching the movie that they're calling bad," I said. I started laughing, to which I smiled even wider. "You're amazing."

He shut his eyes and grinned. "I know," he said.

We watched the movie for a little while longer. It was bad. No, it was horrible. It wasn't even that type of movie that was just so bad it was funny, it was like bad to the point where I was almost bored to tears. The plotline was bad, the acting was even worse, and there were a few things that were supposed to be plot twists but just didn't make sense at all. I didn't blame the audience for agreeing with Wyatt and calling it shit.

Anyway, after a few minutes, I heard Wyatt mumble something, so I turned to him. He was just staring blankly at the screen, so I said, "What?" He didn't say anything, so I just laughed and asked, "What did you say?"

He still stared blankly at the screen, but I heard him mutter the words, "I love you," through his almost shut lips.

I smiled and leaned in closer as I put my hand behind my ear. "What'd ya say?" I asked. "I can't hear you over this really good movie."

I saw him crack a small smile, but he still stared at the screen. "Nothing," he said without looking up.

As I leaned back in my seat, I still looked at him. His eyes were turned to look back at me now, but his head was still facing the screen. I laughed at him and then looked back up at the movie.

I did as he did and said, "I love you too," through almost shut lips. In the corner of my eye, I saw him turn to face me, but I still stared at the screen. I tried not to smile, and I didn't, but it was hard not to.

I don't know if it seems like I'm making up what he said or if it just doesn't seem like he would say it, but I heard him. Maybe not loud and maybe not clear, but I heard it. You may be wondering why he wouldn't just say it out loud, and to that, I have an explanation: it doesn't seem like he would say it out loud because (judging by the whole sappy love note thing that he couldn't even read out loud) he doesn't really do well with confessing how he feels about someone.

And to be honest, I could relate. Because before I met him, I was the exact same way.