Damien: The movie starts at 6
Jaci: Wait, which theater, man?
How is he gonna tell me the time but not the place? Crazy.
Damien: Oh, my bad, it's at Sunset Mall
That's not far from here, actually.
Jaci: I'll be there at 5:30
Damien: Same
He must've taken an earlier shift today at work. I haven't moved at all today, just been glued to my bed, for no particular reason. I could've gotten started on some assignments, but I just don't feel like it. It's 4 o'clock now. Too early to be getting ready right now.
I slowly sat up. I shouldn't be this discombobulated emotionally. My mind has just been spiraling from assignments to family who're not even here.
I guess you can say I was part of the problem because it's not like I tried to stop it; I saw it happening. I just didn't think we'd end up this bad, you know. I thought having a family meant always having a home. Now that I'm older, I realized it's a bit rare to have a loving family like that. Most of us just have half of what we wanted.
My hair has gotten longer and messier; if I don't style it, my bangs just hover in my face all day. I personally have nothing against how my hair looks. Not like I'm in a hurry for a haircut, so I just put in a yellow star hairpin that a friend of mine back in high school gave me. At first, it was just as a joke, but she said it looked nice in my hair and told me to keep it.
I barely use it, but I think for today, I could use it more than ever. It's already 5 o'clock, how time flies when you don't want it to go out… I grabbed my things and went on my way.
The air feels nippy, so I covered up lightly, but now I probably should've covered up more. At least the Mall isn't far, and with the sunset and all, it's no particularly bad time.
The fall leaves are getting darker by the day, soon they'll fall, and everyone will get excited for winter, but Fall always seemed slower than the other seasons, like people are just waiting for it to pass, just to get to the good parts already.
I rarely hear people say how much they love fall, unless it's for the smells or the Pumpkin spice latte, but that's pretty much all the hype Fall ever gets, not even Thanksgiving is something anyone looks forward to anymore.
When I gotten to the Sunset Mall's Theater, it's busy I guess we're seeing a popular movie? I don't know why I expected it to be slower, but I don't get out much, so I should've expected this. I was starting to feel a bit self-conscious, it's not that I think I look bad, but just being at crowded places makes me feel a bit anxious than usual.
What people might be thinking about me, or maybe there's a stain on the back of the jacket I didn't see, and I won't realize it til I get home and start having a midnight crisis.
I let out a sigh, and notice Damien was already heading towards me, munching on popcorn with his usual expressionless face, looking at the crowd from a sideways glance back to me.
Stopping right in front of me, holding out the popcorn, "You want some?" Yeah, see, I don't know what I was expecting from this guy; he's really something else. "Damien… aren't you supposed to, like, I don't know, eat that when you actually get to your seat??" He paused but then ate the pieces in his hand, thinking about it. "But I really wanted some now. I'll get another large one before the movie starts, tho."
I wish I could be as unbothered as he is; it seems like it'd take a lot to get under his skin. For the most part, he really is a calm guy. He's eyes then locked to my hairpin, he just looked, didn't say anything as he continued munching on his popcorn.
Sound, I take a mental note that popcorn might be one of his favorite snacks?? We did go back in line to the concession stand, for the sodas, candy for me, more popcorn for him, and headed in.
The last time I've been to the movies was with Oliver, only because neither of our parents was available at the time to take him, and I was so we went. But since I left home, I haven't had a reason to go to these kinds of things, especially when I've just been waiting to watch the movies at home.
"Do you like classical movies?" Damien whispered into my ear, which sorta tickled my ear. I shifted in my seat and looked at him, "Of course, I like classical movies." I aggressively whispered back.
"Good, you sound like this." A lot of people were here, and a few still came in even after they started.
Yet, from the corner of my eye caught myself just looking at him. When the movie started, he went very still, eyes locked onto the big screen. Even during the emotional part of the movie, he covered his mouth with one hand.
Eyes glossy, but pretty discreet. I think if someone noticed that I was paying attention to them that much, none of their emotions would've shown.
I must say, being here with him among the other human beings here makes me feel normal, something I haven't felt in a while, which oddly makes me kinda happy.
Still, he's munching on his second bucket of popcorn. Just how much of that stuff can he eat?