You stare blankly at said screen, admiring the CGI effects while rolling your eyes at the plain poor dialogue. You bite your lip and you steal a glance to your left. The sight you see forces you to cover your mouth in fear laughter would escape.
His hair was a stickly mess, as his mouth was a gap; he was asleep. You snicker as you grab a piece of popcorn from the bucket, and you pelt it to his mouth. You miss the target, as the butter covered popcorn hit his nose, causing him to snort awake with a start.
At this you can't help but let out a giggle. Yes, a giggle. You can't believe it, but yes you are. You had just giggled, in front of him.
He smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back before turning back to the movie ahead.
As soon as the movie ends, he brings you out to a park.
A park that was lit with multicoloured lights that changed colour every few minutes. There at the arched pavilion, he and you sit, as you continuously tell him about the 'what should've been' and 'what shouldn't have been' in the movie beforehand.
You're in the middle of talking about how the main character should've been a lot more happier, when he points out how your shoes were tied all wrong.
"A converse shoe shouldn't be tied that way, you know." he says, as he literally grabs the shoe of your foot. He then proceeds to fix the laces in what he called 'chucktaylorworthy' style, while you simply roll your eyes.
After what feels like a few minutes of him mumbling about how such a smart girl couldn't even solve a shoe lace, he decides to pamper you as he ties the laces. A tad too tight.
You voice this out, as both of you decide to walk back to the car.
He smirks at you, gives you his car keys and persuades you to drive.
You panic just a bit infront of the wheel, but he tells you to just step on the pedals.
You do
and a stream of colourful words are let out into the air, as he grabs the armrest. Looking alarmed at you as you stomp on the brakes.
Your wide eyes grow even more wider as a small smile grow on his face and he broke into a peal of laughter.
'You Suck.' is all the defence you can muster.
'You suck at driving!' he gasps in between laughter.
Both of you then switch your seats, as he continuously disses about your 'scary driving skills'
Sleep slowly sneaks upon your eyelids, and before you know it; the night's over and you're watching the hindlights of his car rearing off into the distance.
He's let you played your age, for 4 great hours
you smile.
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