My eyes scan her up and down, and I smile at the sight of the plaid dress she is wearing over a shirt, under her leather jacket. This outfit is one of the cutest.

"You're so pretty," I do not hold back from complimenting her, loving the fact that she took time to get ready just to hang out with me. It feels like a date. "You look better," she moves forth to avoid the words I said, and I understand that I made her shy. "I don't," I follow her and see her slow down. "Stop lying. You know you look good."

"Not true..." I deny it, but she throws me a glare as if she was mad about this reply. "If you don't know it, then why do you post so many pictures of your body?"

She is right, but at the same time, there is something that she does not know.

"I just like to get all those compliments all the time. It makes me feel better about my body, it makes me feel attractive..." I shrug and continue to walk towards the destination that only I know. "I never really liked the way I look, and I used to work out a lot before university, but now that I don't have time anymore, I feel insecure again and try to comfort myself with the attention I get from the girls and guys who compliment me all the time and tell me I'm hot," I cannot even believe that I am letting all those words out and confessing.

"You look good with or without working out, and you don't need those people to be attractive. You're naturally pretty," she reassures me and attempts to get those insecurities away from my mind. "And people who say that you're not attractive are blind as hell."

"Yeah, maybe..." I do not know how to take those, so I accept them but wonder if she truly means it. "Not 'maybe'. That's the truth. I know it's hard to love the way you look, I understand what it is, but don't let anyone decide whether you're attractive or not. Look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself that you're attractive, hot, cute, and good the way you are. Erase all the insecurities and replace them with confidence as much as possible."

I smile at the sound of her telling me all of this, feeling touched and fluttered.

"You're so sweet...I wish everyone had the same mind," I run my fingers through my hair to ruffle them, and I lay my eyes on her. "I just don't like to know that good people have to deal with pain or struggles, so I try my best to make them feel what they deserve."

"Stop, you make me want to hug you," I shoot my shot, not caring about the aftermath this might have, and I look straight in front of me to avoid the pain I can see rushing towards me. "And what if I want you to hug me?" my heart stops once my ears let me hear this, and an instant smile curves my lips up to let a coy and quiet laughter escape my mouth.

"You're gonna get all shy and blush because of me, I know it," I lose the boldness my body was full of, but she mocks me for thinking so. "Sure. You just know I'm gonna make your heart beat fast, then you're gonna dream of me and never be able to stop thinking about me. That's why you chicken out."

"Me? Chicken out? Who couldn't make the first move and talk to me? Uh?" I remind her of this, despite my point of view and how nervous I was when I first spoke to her. "Oh yeah, I only remember the one who left a note on my table and left without saying anything to me," she exposes me to make me regret opening my mouth, and I stop walking. "You know what? Forget this, I'm going home to cry," I turn around to go back to my room, but she grabs my arm. "No! I'm kidding! That was cute."

"You're making fun of me, after all the courage I had to come up to you...That's mean, and my ego is hurt, but I'm kind, so I'm staying," I go back on our way to the theater but do it slowly. "I'm not making fun of you!"

"Yeah sure," I act like a victim to have her empathy, even if I am being pitiful, and she hugs my arm, getting my feelings to soften and make me want to hold her against me. "Yes, very sure," she pulls away from me when I wanted her to stay so close to me. "Where are you taking me?"

"To the theater, but I'll let you pick the movie," I do not hide it since I find it unnecessary. "No, you pick. This is too much pressure for me."

"What? No, I want you to pick the movie, I don't know what you like," I cannot decide since I do not know her taste yet. "But I don't know what you like either, how do I pick one?"

"Just pick the one you want to watch, I'll be happy with whatever it is," I do not give up on this decision, sticking to my plans. "But what if you get bored?"

"I won't, I'm with you," I smile but do not dare to put my eyes on her, and she makes a cute noise of happiness. "Oh, true. You can't be bored with me."

"Exactly," I do not even contradict her, I smile and cease our path at a bus stop. "Well, I'm broke so I cannot afford a taxi with the theater tickets, and the restaurant afterward so...let's enjoy our time and have an amazing talk until it comes...okay?"

"Okay," she chuckles but sits down, she sticks her arms between her thighs, probably feeling cold. "Tell me if you want a warm hug," I try hard to go further but not be too obvious, and I join her on the small seat. "You're really good with your hoodie and oversized jacket, aren't you?"

"Ay, don't make me feel bad, okay?" I take the blame since I do not have enough money to buy a taxi and make sure she does not have to wait outside. "I'm sorry for being broke."

"I'm broke too, so it's fine," she does not complain about it. "Thank you. I feel better."

"Yeah, we're both on the same boat, it's all good, and I don't mind being on a bus, I enjoy the ride as long as I'm not crushed by many people," she shares what I did not expect to hear from someone, and I smile while looking at her and listening. "I know right. At night, bus rides are so great."

"Exactly," she moves her chin down to show me that she thinks so, and I look down at her lips that she licked, but she turns her head towards me and makes us get into eye contact again. "Why do you always sound sarcastic though?"

I laugh at this, not hearing this for the first time. "I don't know. I don't do it on purpose."

"Ah, that's why," she chuckles and looks away, but I straighten my back and stretch. "Do you, at least, know when the bus arrives?"

"Oh, no, I don't," I let out a groan and drop my hands on my thighs. "I came here without checking the arrivals."

"See, you're sarcastic again," she mentions it, and I laugh, realizing I do it without even thinking about my actions. "I should stop," I take a look at my phone. "The bus should be here in two minutes and fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twel—"

"I understood, thank you," she interrupts the annoying guy I am, so I do not continue but moan to express the discomfort that the coldness of this evening causes, hoping for this sound to bring her the same sensations she brings to my body when she does it. "I hate cold so much..."

"But it's better than heat, think about it, you can warm yourself up when it's like one degree outside, but cooling yourself down when it's one hundred and five degrees outside? Impossible," she makes a point that I cannot refute. "Well...you're right, but when you're freezing to death outside, warming up is impossible too."

"Run, you'll feel warm," she finds a solution to everything I say. "And what about the cold wind that hits your face?" I bug her with multiple issues, but she smiles at me. "Then find someone to cuddle."

"Alright then," I direct my body towards her and open my arms. "Cuddle me, I'm cold."

She giggles, probably out of shyness, but she leans in and wraps her arms around me, warming my heart up in no time at all. I hug her back and squeeze her in an embrace for the first time, and she rubs her hand over my back, but of course, perfect timing, the bus arrives and interrupts this moment that was making my heart beat faster.

"Dammit..." I grumble but stand up, and I wait for her to follow me from very close and enter the bus together. I pay for the both of us, and we move further inside, but she does not get on a seat, she stands near the doors and holds onto a bar, so I join her there. "How long will the ride take?" she asks me. "Around five minutes."

"Okay," she lays her eyes on the windows, and we both let the bus bring us to the destination.

"Here we are," I stand in front of the screens that display the movie posters, and I wait for her to check them before heading to the checkout to pay for the tickets. "Is there one of them that you'd like to watch?" she does not rely on her opinion only when I want her to. "The one you want."

"Come on, tell me. I don't know—"

"Pick one, I really don't care which one it is, I'm already happy right now," I answer her with honesty, hoping for her to understand that the only thing that matters to me is being with her. She heaves a sigh but sets all her attention on the screens, so I stare at her.

I cannot miss this type of small opportunity. I love staring at her, scrutinizing all her features inch per inch, and feeling the beating of my heart speed up. Her eyes are truly so beautiful. Now, whenever I wonder why I got so addicted to her, I remember those eyes that are able to make me weak, and I understand the obvious reason right away.

"What do you think about this one?" she turns towards me, so I nod, thoughtlessly. "I'm good with it. That's actually one I wanted to see too."

"Okay then, we can watch this one," she decides for us, so I go to the self-checkout to get our tickets. Once they are printed, I give her one, we pass by the two men to be permitted to enter the cinema, and we move towards the corridors that will lead us to the food.

"What would you want to eat?" I ask her as we are staying close, even against each other. "Popcorn?" she responds in an uncertain manner. "That's all? Look at this," I drag her look towards the food that they have in here, all the snacks, the ice cream, the potato chips.

"Hm, no," she pouts to show her refusal and shakes her head. "I just want popcorn, but what about you?" she stands near the snack that she wants, and I smile at her, without even knowing why. "Popcorn too, and with some muffin M&M's, have you already tasted them?" I step away to grab a small bag of it then head to the different sizes of the popcorn buckets. "Never. That sounds good as heck though.".

"It is," I confirm, then point my finger towards the buckets. "Which do you want?"

"This," she picks a regular one, but since we are both going to eat popcorn and that I would rather have M&M's, I believe this is better to share. "Isn't it better if I buy a large one for us?" I cross my fingers for her to agree and give me an opportunity to get closer to her.

"Sure," she expresses her approval with a soft smile, so I pick a large one, and I head to the drink. "Coke, Sprite, or Fanta?"

"Sprite," she asks for the one I wanted too, and I stop myself for a second in front of the cups. Should I try again? One large cup for the both of us so that we can share, or I will seem too tight-fisted?

"You can get one for us too if that's the drink you want too," she reads my mind and thoughts, but I cannot be sure that this is really what she wants. "Are you sure? What if you're more thirsty than you thought?"

"I'll refill it at the break," she shrugs, not minding it at all and even finding a way to make me do this. Since this is what I wanted, I go along with this idea, and I fill a large cup with Sprite.

Finally, when everything is picked and that we have what we want and need, I walk towards the new checkout but see y/n take her phone out.

I take a furtive look at her screen but notice that she is opening the application made for payments. "What are you doing?" I realize that I cannot do anything about it since my hands and arms are occupied, but at the exact moment that she lays her eyes on me and smiles in a provoking manner, I get what she planning to do. "You cannot do anything about it if I'm the one paying, hm?" she points out, and I instantly poke my inner cheek with my tongue.

"Exactly," she picks up the pace to get to the checkout, but I hold back from tripping her. "Y/n! Don't. You promised you would let me treat us this time."

She stands in front of the machine and waits for me. "But you've paid for the bus and the tickets already."

"And? I'm the one who invited you. Hold this and let me pay, please. We'll split next time we hang out together," I move the drink towards her to keep it near her body. She glances down at it, before looking back into my eyes, so I let out another 'please', and she gives in to me. "Alright. Only this time then," she grabs the cup and steps back to let me make the payment, so I thank her and do it.

In short seconds, this is done, so we leave right after and enter the hall into which the movie she picked will be played.

"Where do you want to seat?" she lowers her voice that we are inside, and I move a little deeper inside to check how free the hall is.

There are only a few people here at this moment, this is perfect. "In the top right corner over there?" I show with a movement of my head, and she does not even answer, she climbs up the stairs and steps towards it.

No one is there to bother us, and I know that if we stay in that corner together, I will feel more comfortable and not under constant stress because some people might see us flirting or teasing one another.

"Do you want that seat?" she mentions the one with the wall on its left, but I shake my head and sit down next to it so that she can be on my left, with no one else but me and the wall by her side.

I place the bucket and my snack on the seat next to me to free my hands, and y/n puts the drink in the hole that is in the armrest that is between us.

"When is the movie supposed to start?" she takes her jacket off to put it behind her, and I check the tickets I have in my pocket. "In...around ten minutes."

"Okay," she does not exude any bother, any regret, she stays on her sit and waits for it with eagerness. "I hope we're gonna see a lot of scary and creepy stuff," I rest my elbow on the arm between us to be physically closer to her, and she grins but feels the same way. "Me too."

"If it's not good, you refund me, alright?" I raise my eyebrows at her and joke, but she stares at me and sends me enough discontent through it to make it evident she did not like it. "Stop giving me that look," I reach out for her face and cup it. "I'm joking."

"You're very funny," she sarcastically says, and I chuckle but apply some pressure on her cheeks to form a pout with her lips and play with her. "I know. I'm hilarious."

My hand still holding her jawline, she giggles and moves back to not let me go on, so I bring my hand back to my mouth to toy with my lips and look away.

•••

"Stop this. You know what it does to me," one of the guys whispers to the other as everyone in this busy hall is witnessing the same heated, gay scene. I came here for some scary stuff, not to see two people making out in front of me, dammit.

I throw a M&M's in my mouth as the guys on the giant screen are already French kissing each other on a bed, but I pick one out and head it towards y/n's lips to pretend to not be bothered by this awkward moment. I touch her lips with the snack, and I feel her part them against my skin to eat it. Then I grab the cup to drink and struggle through this scene I do not want to watch, let alone hear with all those people around me, and y/n in particular.

I am not gay, not bi, but anything sexual that I do not find disgusting can give me a hard-on or arouse me, especially wet sounds, panting, and moaning or whining.

The straw grazing my tongue piercing, I suck the liquid in and peek up at the screen, the darkness of the room helping me to not be caught. I watch the two young guys undressing each other while kissing with hunger, the sounds of their breathing, their lust, and excitement reverberating through the hall, I put the drink down and hate what my body is doing from the inside.

I wish I could close my ears the same way I can do it with my eyes to avoid what has to be avoided in certain circumstances.

Feeling like it is never-ending so that people can feel awkward enough to want to leave, I wait until it ends and handle the consequences of being a man, a horny and teenage one.

The sweat getting ready to roll down my temple, the movie stops right after the camera turned in another direction to not film them while they are having sex, the screen remains black, and the light switch on to give us a break at the worst moment ever.