What had Rhys got himself into? He hadn't expected to be out in the lobby juggling popcorn and drinks now. He hoped she wouldn't ask for anything else. He could have stayed home, but it was getting to him. Beth away with Gilly. He wasn't sure if he could take it any longer. How was he suppose to cope?
How was he ever going to be normal again? This was normal. Barely, bearable, actually. Yet, Sasha had a certain charm to keep him on the straight and narrow. Now he felt he had to keep her on the safe side. He had to get back in there and let her know, he wasn't taking anymore trips to the city for her to meet Gaspard.
"I need to know the truth, about you and the Frenchie," he said taking his seat back with the treats. "Was it a shag?"
"What?" She grabbed the bag of popcorn, "Why did you only get one?"
"Stop avoiding this issue, I need to know."
She gave him a frown, "Shut up, the movie is starting."
"I don't want anyone to think I was pimping you out," he whispered grabbing a handful of popcorn.
"Pimping me out?" She said with a mouthful of popcorn.
"Sh." He reached for the popcorn on the corner of her lip in the dark and maneuvered it into her mouth.
The coming attractions were in full throttle now, and he was feeding her popcorn. He hadn't meant to do that. Her face was so shockingly beautiful to the touch. He'd barely grazed her cheek with his thumb.
This was not good. Instantly, he thought of Beth. Her skin on his. Such bliss. He closed his eyes thinking about it. Then he opened his eyes wide thinking how horribly wrong that had been, too. He sucked on his drink then and concentrated on some new movie about teleporting. He wished he could come out of the wall of Beth's bedroom right now. He wished he wasn't here.
But he was. He looked over at Sasha pushing popcorn in her mouth. She then noticed and pushed a kernel into his mouth. He wasn't expecting that. He took another bite. Actually, it was quite calming. See, it hadn't been so bad to only buy the one bag of popcorn. It was big enough for the two of them.
He then noticed her in her hand bag. She was shaking something. Was she going to drug him now?
She showed him the little box of smarties and sprinkled them over the bag of popcorn.
"Sweet." He whispered.
"Maybe they'll make you smarter, Rhys." She whispered with a light giggle.
He tried some then. Sweet and salty. Not bad. Really. This was going to be OK. Now if he only had a beer instead of this soda. Maybe that wouldn't mix well. What if this? The two of them really didn't mix well.
She fed him more popcorn. He fed her more popcorn. It really was a good movie. It started out slow with a personal video of two people in love in a huge hotel in New York City. Fascinating. Totally. He found himself smiling. But got caught in a popcorn cough which gave him the suttle ability to put his arm around Sasha.
Cozy. It was like clockwork to him. He could do it in his sleep. She didn't seem to mind.
The film continued in its psudo-documentary fashion. This time the camera was in someone else's hands, and there was a going away party. Rhys was going to stay with the film. It was very good. Quite trendy. Everyone would be talking about it. He just knew.
And then he felt her fingers on his mouth. She was feeding him again. And he bit back with a laugh. He was snogging her before it hit him that he was actually doing it. Wanting to do it here in the theater.
He took a breath. Beth. This was all Beth's fault. He was stuck in this gear he couldn't get out of.
He stared at the screen. His throat was dry. He took a drink of his soda. He really loved this film. He really did. Except he loved snogging Sasha more.