Chapter
seventy-three:
Zac walked
hand-in-hand with Becky through the movie theatre. Against his brothers’
advice, he decided they needed some alone time. They had escaped from the hotel
and hailed a cab just in time to arrive at the theatre for the late showing.
They paused
before the ticket window, looking up at the list of what was playing.
“Anything you
want to see, babe?”
“Nope.” She smiled up at him. “I’m out of the
house and I’m with you, so I don’t even mind seeing ‘Star Wars’.”
“Really?” he grinned.
“Yeah, just wake
me up when it’s over.”
He laughed out
loud at that. “Well, sorry. But it isn’t playing and it hasn’t been for a
while. Would you like to pick something else?”
“You choose.”
She smiled.
He laughed. “You
know, if I recall correctly, I think I picked last time.”
“That’s okay.
You can pick again this time.”
“Fine. We’ll let fate decide.”
“Fate?” She asked curiously.
“Yeah. The next movie playing starts in five
minutes, and we’ll just go see that.”
“Sounds
good to me.” She
smiled.
He paid the
teenager at the ticket booth who looked thoroughly bored with his job.
He picked up their tickets and followed Becky towards the concession stand.
“Anything you’d like?”
“Umm… I don’t
think so. We just ate dinner not that long ago.”
He bent and
gently kissed her lips.
“What was that
for?” She smiled, looking up into his eyes.
“Just
a kiss because you’re cute.”
“I’m cute?” She
made a face, wrinkling her nose and raising her eyebrows.
He laughed. “Now
you’re even cuter.”
She playfully
pushed him. “Just for that you can get me a large diet coke instead of a
medium.”
He wrapped his
arms around her waist playfully. “I love it when you order me around!”
Becky laughed.
“Come on, we’ll miss the movie!”
He ordered a
large bag of popcorn, a package of skittles and two large drinks, making sure
to ask for a diet coke for Becky.
He followed
closely behind her as he juggled their food and drinks.
Becky found them
two seats in the exact middle of the theatre, and sat next to Zac. He carefully
placed her drink in the cup holder of her chair and his in his own cup holder
before balancing the bag of popcorn in between them.
Becky smiled and
gently kissed his cheek. “Thanks Zaccy.”
He grinned, “No
problem.” He draped an arm around the back of her chair, but instead she pulled
his arm around her shoulders.
“Are you cold?”
He leaned over and whispered.
“Not yet, but I
probably will be. These theatres are always cold, right?”
He gently rubbed
her arm with his hand. “Can I tell you how pretty you look tonight?”
Becky giggled.
“You’re sweet, but I’m just wearing jeans and a hoodie.”
“I know. That’s
what I like about you, you know? You’re so cute and sweet and so laid back.
You’re perfect.”
“Aww… I think that warrants a kiss!”
“Well, I didn’t
say it for a kiss, but I won’t stop you.” He grinned.
“I think that
deserves two kisses…” She giggled and leaned towards his lips.
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Jenna was
stretched across the double bed in the room she was sharing with
Her trip to the store
had been incredibly refreshing and peaceful, not to mention it carried with it
the sweet kiss of rebellion.
She had returned
home just before the guys, and snuck upstairs and into her room as they stopped
for coffee in the lobby.
In front of her
sat an empty cup of yogurt, a magazine and a bottle of straight rum she had
picked up on a whim on her way back to the hotel.
She was
interrupted from her thoughts by a knock at the door. “Jen?
You in there? Can I come in?”
“Umm… Just a second!” She pushed the magazine and bottle of rum
under the pillows and tossed the yogurt cup into the trash before sitting up.
“Come in!”
“What?” she asked, slightly confused.
“Christy and
Becky told the bodyguard you were sick… Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah,
yeah. Much better. I guess it was just a passing bug or
something.” She smiled. “I’m much better, thank you.”
“Good. Are you
going down to the cafeteria for dinner?”
“Um…
no. I’m not really
that hungry, and I don’t think I should chance it.” She clutched her stomach.
“Alright. Do you mind if I shower then?”
“No,
not at all.”
“Good, because
I’m pretty sure I stink.” He laughed.
“Okay,
whatever.”
“Umm… listen.
About today… thanks for putting up with everything. I know you hate it.”
“No problem.”
She smiled.
He disappeared
into the bathroom, and Jen immediately tucked the rum and her fake-id into her
suitcase. She’d save it for a special occasion.
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