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[Trent Owens]

"So that's what that smell was," he laughed, walking down the row finding a seat towards the middle of the row and sitting down. "And I'm not as stupid as I look so there." He stuck his tongue out at her, placing his Dr Pepper in the cup holder to his right. The lights were starting to dim and now all conversations would have to be held in whispers so they didn't upset the other movie-goers. Trent was the type to forget other people were around when he was deep in conversation with someone.

"What's in it for you?" he repeated, looking thoroughly shocked. "We all know you need a second-in-command and since I am awesome...you get it?" Trent was always arrogant around his friends because they knew it to be false - most of the time. "Yeah, they're starting now so shush up so I can stare at Katherine Heigl," as he peered up at the screen, her Star Trivia was up.
"You scared that little boy over there, didn't you?" he asked, glancing over at the child who was scurrying away from where they were just standing.

"No," he frowned, pulling his hand away from her. "I'm mad at you. We all can't be A-list actors like you." He rolled his eyes at her, pretending to be annoyed with her. "You hated it and you hate me." After a moment or two of not looking at the girl, he stopped and started listening to her again. Something about pancakes, a great dane and neck hurting. He'd piece it together. "That's because you're brother is meaner than you, you know that. And as for the not so hideous, I have no comment." It was supposed to be taken as an insult but since it's context was kind of sketchy...they'd both end up confused. By the time he looked back up at the screen in front of them, the movie had already began.

[Lauren Rose <3]

Lauren chuckled lightly. "Hey. You keep that tounge in there." She said with a laugh, pointing as his tounge. Lauren sat down right beside the boy, and placed her drink in the cup holder as well. She skittles were in the other cup holder. It worked in two ways. One, you didn't have to home them. Two, somebody else wouldn't want to sit there, because something of yours is already there. Soon enough, the lights dimmed, and Lauren remided herself to shut up.

She listened to the boy speak again. Man. For people who aren't friends with this kid, or don't know his ways.. they would think he is a stuck up mean idiot. Luckily, Lauren knew how Trent was. She has known him forever, so she doesn't take offence to anything he says. Besides, a lot of the things he says are sarcastic or mean, yet not meaning it. Actually, sometimes she doesn't know whether he's joking or not, but she shrugs it off anyway.

She mearly smacked the boy in the stomach, as she was looking at the screen. "Isn't she like.. old or something?" She asked. Well, not completely old. Maybe thirties or something. I mean she looked like she was hiding some wrinkles or something, but who really knows.

Trent was now pretending to be mad at her. She stared at him, smiling, just to see what he would do. She was holding back a laugh, but actually kept it inside. Another remark of his, that she knew how to ignore. This time, she smacked her fist in her opposite hand, warning him to be nicer. "How are you going to get a girlfriend acting like that." She said. Now was the time to get into comfortable position. The small girl brought her legs up to her chest, turned a bit so she was facing him, but could still see the screen, and her arms were wrapped around her legs. She rested her chin on her knees before speaking again. "They're never going to know when you're joking or not." She said, raising her eyesbrows as she glared up at him.

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[Trent Owens]

"What if I don't want to?" he asked, deciding to stick his tongue out again just to spite her. Since no one was sitting in front of him, he decided it would be okay to put his feet on top of the chair in front of him. "What are you gonna do about it, short stuff?"

"Katherine Heigl? She's older," he shrugged, stressing the 'er' in older. "She's like 29. She's hot though." Anyone would admit that she was good looking without a doubt and Trent was one of those people that were more upfront about it. Even if was just due to make up. "And why do you always smack me?" he asked, putting his drink down. "What did I do deserve this kind of torture? Glancing at her, he saw her pound her fist against her hand, he ignored it. Not worried about that. She wouldn't hurt him. Well, she could try, but she was surely a girl couldn't pack a punch.

"Maybe I don't want a girlfriend?" he suggested, not sure if he meant it or not. He's not gay or anything it just he wasn't looking for anyone. "Besides, if I did have a girlfriend, I'd be nicer to her than I am to you," he told her sparing her a three or four second grin. "I don't see you with anybody either, Missy. So hush up." With that, he opened up the box of sourpatch kids he had bought and popped one into his mouth.

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