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Post by Lauren Rose <3 on Jul 10, 2007 11:29:33 GMT -5
A small blonde girl entered the double doors of the movie theatre. She was a big early, but she was early for pretty much everything. No reason in particular, she just thought it would be more polite. Especially if you're the one who made the plans in the first place. She was planning on meeting her really good friend that she had known for like ever here, cause they haven't really hung out in a while. Which sucked.
As she walked into the huge theatre, she looked around. Maybe he was early. She wasn't surprised when she did not sight him yet. The girl dug her hands into the front pockets of her denim short shorts, and swivled from side to side as she waited in line to buy her own ticket. She obviously wasn't expecting him to pay, or going to make him pay. She always felt awkward when other people paid for her stuff. Unless it was a gift of course.
Eventually, it was her time to get her ticket. She hadn't been paying attention, and someone had to physically push her up to the counter. Well, she was interested in reading the big movie signs. "Oh, Sorry.." The girl said, with a small smile to the lady behind her. "Yeah, um.. can I have one ticket for, uh, license to wed, please?" She asked sweetly, in attempts to make her forget about the little incident.
She thanked the teenaged worker and continued into where all the snacks and drinks were sold. The lines were actually pretty long. The girl placed her hands on her hips and sighed loudly, as she pondered which line to wait in. Tough choice. "Ah, whatever.." She mumbled to herself, and stepped into the closest line to her.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 10, 2007 14:36:45 GMT -5
The boy smiled at a a passing group of girls and held the door open for them before he went inside the air conditioned lobby. Trent had planned on meeting Lauren here because they hadn't hung out in forever. While he was three years older than her, he had been friends with the girl since he was 6. So naturally they remained friends with her, he wasn't going to pretend he wasn't just due to age difference.
"One for License to Wed," he told the teenage worker behind the glass booth. He had always wondered why they were behind glass but now wasn't the time to ask it was the time to pay. He reached into the back pocket of his destroyed jeans and pulled out his leather wallet, looking for a ten. It wasn't that he didn't have money it was just he only usually on carried twenties. Biting the bullet, he slid the twenty across the counter and received his change and ticket in return. Now where is she, he wondered as he pocketed the ten and held his ticket in is right hand.
It was a known fact that Trent was horrible at finding people and finding Lauren would be a hassle. She could be standing right next to him and he'd probably not notice. Luckily he had found her on the second line towards the middle and because Trent didn't like waiting he had no problem cutting a group of people to get to her. "Hey, thanks for waiting for me." Okay, so the second part was sarcasm but if he were her, he wouldn't have waited either because he was always like ten minutes late. And as the prep hewas, he always blended in with the crowd so finding him was hard as well.
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Post by Lauren Rose <3 on Jul 10, 2007 14:54:42 GMT -5
Some big tall guy had walked in front of Lauren. She wasn't sure whether or not he really noticed she was in line, but she decided not to say anything, because he was quite a bit bigger then her. Therefore, she mearly placed her hands on her hips, and tapped her foot. She flashed him an evil glare. It was pointless, seeing as he couldn't even see her. Oh well, it made her feel better.
Soon enough, trent had finally arrived. She turned towards him and smiled. "Hola!"
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 10, 2007 15:18:09 GMT -5
"Hey yourself," he smiled, hugging her in return. Like Lauren, Trent was big on hugs and he to would hug almost anybody. "So what if there was a big creepy guy standing outside?" he asked her, glancing out one of the large windows just to see. He didn't really see any weirdos staring only a bunch of old crows. "How do you know he wasn't going to offer you the finest imitation Rolex in all of Cabo?" he added, looking back at Lauren with the same stupid smile on his face. "I totally would've bought one from him." And he would've to. He would buy almost anything no matter how useless it was. "But in the interest of saving your assumed innocence," he announced to her, "I will forgive you for not waiting for me...this time." It seemed Trent would only act like he was more important than other people around her but they both knew it was merely an act.
"Line's moving," he pointed out, taking a few steps forward. Thinking back, he was glad they weren't waiting in the back as it was getting longer by the minute. "Looks like we just missed the rush."
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Post by Lauren Rose <3 on Jul 10, 2007 15:48:37 GMT -5
Lauren laughed, and tapped her chin as if she was thinking for a moment or two. "Then I'd beat him up, take it, and run."
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 10, 2007 17:36:13 GMT -5
"You're mean," he told her, pushing her playfully. "Wimpy too, look at that flab." He added, looking at her flexed arms. There didn't seem to be much muscle and Trent didn't intend on finding out. "You're a twig to, my cat could snap you in half." He did have a habit of exagerating but it was all in good fun and quite frankly he didn't care.
"Uhm, I have no clue what we're talking about now," he added after a moment or two of silence on his part. That was Trent for you, getting lost on even the simplest conversations. It was more a quality of his personality than a flaw.
"So, what are getting?" he asked as they reached the concession stand, already deciding he was going to pay for them both. "My treat," he told her, only after realizing he failed to mention it before. OoC; Sorry, it's disgustingly short. I wanted to post and it seems I've got the block.
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Post by Lauren Rose <3 on Jul 10, 2007 17:53:54 GMT -5
Lauren chuckled quiety at the mean comment. That was pretty much the exact opposite of Lauren. She flicked him in the stomach. She listened to the boy for a bit longer, and she dropped jer jaw dramatically, with a bit of a smile. "S'cuse me!?" She slurred out quickly. "A twig? Flab?!!" She repeated. She turned the other way and crossed her arms, as if she was mad. The truth was, she hardly ever got mad at people. She could never hold a grudge, unless they did something incdredibly mean or rude. "Come on. Im hardly..that small.." She declared as if she wasn't. "I could probably lift you." She said tilting her head to the right, as if she were examing him. She held her head up high, and made a 'hm', high pitched noise.
Forgetting that she was supposed to be mad at the boy, she dropped her hands and faces his way again. "Oh you were only admiring my beauty and how amazing I am." She said with a giggle, and a few quick nods. "Dangit.." She said, after she realized she was still suposed to be mad. And yes, she still says 'dangit'.
They finally reached the stand, and the girl twirled a piece of straight blonde hair around her pointer finger as she pondered on what to get. She was looking up at the prices, and soon she got excited. Yes, candy could make her excited. "Skittles!!" She exclaimed. They were pretty much her favourite thing ever. "And.. cream soda." She said, with some sort of evil laugh afterwards.
The truth was, the girl could eat for a really long time and not gain weight. She loved having a fast metabolism. She rubbed her stomach just thinking of the thought.
OOC;; haha, it happens.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 10, 2007 20:39:27 GMT -5
"You can lift me?" Trent asked, not believing a word of what she had said. "Ten bucks you can't." This would be hilarious. He could already picture her trying to lift him and failing miserably. He was almost ninety-nine percent sure she couldn't and if she managed it he'd be out ten bucks. "Deal?" He grinned, holding his pinky out as a way to seal the deal. "And by the way, you are and you could probably eat all day and all night and not gain an ounce." Okay, so that wasn't true. He had known this girl who was just as skinny as she was who hate more than he did, her waist stayed small but her hips? HUGE. "And if you're beautiful I'm the King of Denmark." So maybe that was a little harsh but she'd probably throw some smart ass remark or something at him.
The person behind the counter seemed to be eaves dropping on their conversation because the next time he had looked, sitting there were skittles and Lauren's soda. " Large Dr Pepper and some sour patch kids as well," he added trading the twenty for the two sodas, skittles and sourpatch kids. Hell, if he wanted popcorn, he'd come back later and get some. "If you get sugar high, don't blame me." Oh god how he hoped she wouldn't be doing that evil laugh afterwards, while it was kind of endearing about her, he did find it annoying when done constantly.
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Post by Lauren Rose <3 on Jul 10, 2007 21:01:50 GMT -5
Lauren stared at the boy for a couple minutes, thinking of what to say next. Damnit. She didn't want to lose ten bucks, for something she most likely couldn't do. "I, uh.. I don't want you to be intimidated.. you know." She said. Real smooth. Lauren was a lame kid, but she enjoyed it. When Trent stuck out his pinky for the oh so clasic, pinky swear, Lauren leaned in slowly as if she was going to bite it. She wasn't actually going to, but it was fun anyway. "I do eat all day. Im going to be obese one day." She said looking down at her stomach. " Then you won't like me anymore, and I'll get depressed, and we'll go on Jerry Springer. He'll yell at you for being rude, I'll cry, people will chant ' JERRY! JERRY!' .. and so on and so forth." She said, ranting on about something useless without realizing it.
Lauren dropped her jaw drastically, and played it cool. Well, she knew she wasn't gorgeous or anything, so she decided to play along. "Hm. Will you take me for a tour some day.. your heiness?" She said, with a mischivious smirk. " Your a butthead, you know that?" She said with a small giggle.
She turned to face the teenaged worker aswell, and saw her stuff. As trent ordered his snacks she grabbed a hold of hers, nearly dropping the skittles."Do you know me at all?" Lauren said, as she glanced back up at him, shaking her head some. "Of course I'll get sugar high...and blame you." She stated, only joking about the last part. Well, she was naturally a hyper kid. With sugar added, she could get crazy. At least she knew how to control herself. But when she is just with friends at home, they go insane. Good times.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 11, 2007 10:30:53 GMT -5
"You're not going to be obese one day," he assured her. "Unless you get bit by a spider that magically makes you gain 500 pounds like that one chick." He had just happened to watch E! News on that one day when they had the fattest woman in the world on so he felt he could share that bit of information with her. "And even if you do become obese, I promise to be your friend. Just don't ask for a piggyback ride." The last part was kind of cruel,he knew it and he felt sort of bad about saying it. "I thought Jerry Springer got cancelled and besides that show went down hill the moment they chained the chairs to the ground." He sighed, trying to act like he was upset about it. "I'd rather we'd go on Oprah."
"Yes, I will take you on a tour of the palace," he grinned, wheeling her around towards where their theater would be. "And yeah, I am a butthead but you love me anyways." He laughed lightly and gazed up at the signs that were supposed to have the name of the movie on them. "Did the guy tell you what theater you were in when you got your ticket?"
"How could I forget," he told her, looking sincerely sorry he had forgotten. "I'm not worthy to walk on the ground you've walked on. I'm not worthy! Forgive me?" He asked, looking hopeful. "I'll probably get a sugar high too some how and we can be two high people together? 'kay? It'll be fun." The last time he had gotten sugar high was when he was, like, sixteen and that happened to be because he had one too many jellybeans on Easter sunday.
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Post by Lauren Rose <3 on Jul 11, 2007 10:47:32 GMT -5
One thing that Lauren didn't like was spiders. I mean, other bugs she could stand, until the crawled on her, But something about spiders really creeped her out. Was it necessary to have all those legs. Like come on. Her eyes windened as she listened to the boy. "Spiders can do that?!" She said, with a disgusted look on her face. Suuuper. "I got bit by one yesterday. She said scratching the back of her neck. "But im starting to think that im going to be the next Spiderman..but a woman." She said with a couple quick nods, and a little smirk. "Bu..But I love piggybacks. She declared, as if she really was going to become obese.
Lauren smiled at their wierd conversation. She loved having them. At that moment she was wheeled to the direction of the theatres. "What are Dr.Phil? He's damn sexy." She said sarcastically, with a giggle. "Buthead. That's a wierd term. Like what what happen if your head actually turned into a buttox." She said with a laugh at the last word that she said. Oh, how she was easily amused.
She was now turned back facing the opposite direction of him. But not for long. When he had asked where the theatre was, it clicked in her head suddenly. She actually remembered. She pivoted very quickly, and nearly bumped into him as she did. She giggled and stepped back, before raising her pointer finger to declare. "Cinema 6, down the hall, enjoy your movie!" She imitated. Score.
"Okay. We'll annoy everybody in the theatre. It will be wonderous." She said with a large smile. She could imagine it now. Getting sugar high while other people want to shoot them in the head because they are getting so annoyed. Good times.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 11, 2007 11:38:13 GMT -5
"I don't think they can," he admitted. "I think the lady was just, uhm, trying to make herself feel better about herself." Seriously, how would you feel being crowned world's fattest woman and then to have camera's stuck in your face. "Really? Are you going to rid the world of evil?" he asked, wondering if it really could happen. "You're not going to become obese though so I can still give you piggyback rides."
"Dr. Phil has a weird mustache, therefore, Oprah is ten billion times better than any fat guy with a mustache," he told her, absolutely serious about Oprah being ten billion times better than Dr.Phil. "Besides, he makes people cry and Oprah makes people jump up and down on couches." Mhm. Tom Cruise did that and if Trent was ever on Oprah he'd jump up and down too. He'd even wear his Oprah Owns tee to the taping.
"This is why I can't go to the movies by myself," he sighed. "They never tell me what theatre I'm in or anything. Movie people hate me. They smile and tell me to have a nice day, but on the inside they're thinking, ' You find the god damn theatre yourself loser.' " He let out a fake cry just for effect. "It hurts...so much sometimes." After a few more seconds of fake crying he grinned, "Oh yes, remember that time we got those gummi bears and they were disgusting and threw them at people?" They both had nearly gotten kicked out but twenty bucks had saved them from that. "It was a while ago." He had already begun walking down the hall, passing several theatres before reaching cinema 6. "Oh my god, we might have missed previews. I love the effing previews!"
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Post by Lauren Rose <3 on Jul 11, 2007 12:03:28 GMT -5
Lauren laughed at his explanation. "No, actually." She said. Yup, she decided she was going to be evil from now on. "Ima wear a super cool bodysuit, and take over the world." She said, nodding and smiling coyly. She giggled once more and spoke again. " Good, now im expecting a piggy back after the movvaay." She said with a little grin.
The girl now shrugged as she listened to him. "True. Oprah is pretty sick." She declared with some sort of slang. Her brother always used words like that, and she hugn around him a lot. So therefore, the stupid boy rubbed off some of his words on her. "I bet if I was on Oprah, someone would have to refrain me from running onstage and hugging her." She said with a chuckle. She probably would do that too.
Lauren laughed. Poor boy, couldn't even get a stupid room number from the worker. "They're just too shocked by your Abercrombie model looks, you know.." She said, nudging him in the arm, in some sort of an encouraging way.
The girl couldn't stop laughing when he did his fake cry. For some reason she found it freakin' hilarious. She attempted to follow along, but she couldn't hold the laughing in. EVentually she calmed down, and rubbed his back slowly. "Everything is going to be fine." She said in a soothing voice, with a hand action with her free hand.
"Duh. Of course I remember." She said with a girlish grin. She had a good memory when she wanted to. Times like that, she remembered. Anything funny, she rememered. But if it was anything to do with school work, it was gone. She always remembered secrets too, and she would never tell anybody. "I almost had a seizure after eating one of those gummies. They tasted like an egg that has been stepped on then pee'd on, then thrown into a pile of mud, then shoved into a bag." She said, taking a big breath after talking so much.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 11, 2007 15:00:44 GMT -5
"Fine, just don't crush me this time," he agreed, pulling open the door with his free hand. Pushing her inside not caring if he spilled any soda on himself or her. "Can I be King of New Jersey when you take over the world?" he asked quietly, glancing around for two open seats not near any weirdos. He'd made that mistake once and all they did was talk and act like they knew him. Not a fun time.
"Oprah is pretty awesome anyone can admit it," he smirked, starting to walk down the aisle without much difficulty. They hadn't turned off the lights yet which meant they still had about five minutes."I'd probably give Oprah the hug of death we'd have to restrain each other." He grinned, finding a row at that same moment. "Look, we have a whole row of seats to ourselves," he pointed at the empty row towards the middle of the theater. "Or we can sit in the breakneck section." Oh how he loved the breakneck seats. It was louder and just a thousand times better.
"Why do you laugh at my fake cry anyways?" he asked, suddenly turning around to face her, crossing his arms across his chest. "I've been working on it since I was like four." He knew it sounded AND looked funny but a guy had to defend himself. Trent's not as pathetic as he looked. "But still, it's not fair....." he whined. "I know my amazing body and beautiful features are a lot to take in but all I wanted was to know what theater."
At her description of the gummy bears he burst out laughing, he couldn't help himself. The girl was funny and he laughed at funny people. "I know! Thank god we got rid of those but I don't think I can look at eggs the same way ever again..." Trent was always kind of squeamish when it came to eggs but he could eat them but now? I don't think so.
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Post by Lauren Rose <3 on Jul 11, 2007 15:22:57 GMT -5
Lauren chuckled girlishly and agreed. "Deal." She said with a nod, as she glanced up at the taller boy. The girl was now shoved into the movie theatre, and she turned around immediately. "Hey, I bruise like a peach.. that's been sitting around for a couple weeks." She said, darting him an evil look that didn't turn out so well. She continued walking a few steps before turning towards him again. "And that's pretty damn bad.. just.so.you.know" She declared, singling out each word in the last phrase. Some people wouldn't expect Lauren to say any type of swear word, because, well she just didn't look like the type of girl to say that. She didn't really say any words that were incredibly bad, just 'damn' every now and then.
She now followed the boy from behind, and listened to his question. "Hm. No, im evil remember. What's in it for me?" She said with a questioning grin, as she looked down at her red ballet flats. She noticed that the lights were still on. "Oh joy to the heavens. We didn't miss your beloved previews." She said with an ongoing giggle. Which stopped when some little boy looked at her. She smilked awkwardly and caught up to Trent.
When he showed her the wholle row of chairs that they had she laughed. " Great, so now when I grow, oh..say, around 20 more feet, I can rest my legs on all of them." She said with a grin. Smoooth.
Lauren listened to the kid get depressed about his amazing fake cry. She pouted out her bottom lip, and her eyes now turned into the puppy dog sympathetic look. "Aw, babycakes." She said, grabbed a hold of one of his hands with both of hers. "Will you ever forgive me" She said, placing his hand to her heart. Eventually, the laughter came again and she dropped his hand. " No, it was good.." She stated, only smiling. Maybe she was serious, maybe she wasn't.
She now sat down in the seats that were all empty. Her neck had already hurt from the day before. " Even though the breakneck section sounds really appealing.." She said sarcastically, with a grin. "Yesterday I was running after my ferret, pancakes, and I tripped over my great dane.. Tiny, and my neck like cracked in many places." She said, with a disgusted face remembering it. "Stupid Blake wouldn't masage it, either. I mean, im not that hideous." She said with a giggle.She was pretty klutzy, but today she was on a roll with the witty remarks.
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