How?

“I love you Adam, but this thing-”

“I know Maria... I know.”

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Ugh, I need to stop this. That was the fifth romantic flick I have seen today.

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“So go. But know this; I will always be here waiting for you. Our children’s children will know our tale.”

“Oh Adam.”

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“Oh Brad.”

Who’s Brad. Wait, that did not come from the movie. Someone else was in the theatre with me! Sweat pours off my forehead like a waterfall. I look around me, and-

Oh.

It’s my crush with some guy.

Or so is my assumption.

I sit farther back into my seat and cover my face with popcorn.

“Stop it Brad, someone might be in here.”

“Ha, yeah right. Who would want to watch such a old and lame movie like this?”

Me.

“Umm... me. Thats why we are here for date night.”

“Your right.”

Damn, how can a guy like that, with no care for who their partner is, get a girl like her. I know I can do better than this guy; I can just picture how I would treat her. I close my eyes and imagine it all.

“Hold on Brad, someone keeps calling me”

I open my eyes and-

How!? I’ve teleported about, um, 10 inches into the seat on my left and my lips are touching my crush’s-

Uh oh...