and forget the outside world even exists. But now that I know Miller is working tonight, I’m not sure I want to go in. It’ll seem like I came here on purpose, seeking him out.
Maybe I did? I don’t even know.
Either way, I’m not going to stop going to the movies anytime he’s working, simply because he’s got a girlfriend. I’m also not going to stop going just because I’m worried it’ll be awkward.
I mean, the guy bought me drugs. Can’t get much more awkward than that.
The outdoor ticket counter window is closed, but Miller is inside. I watch him through the glass doors for a moment. He’s wiping down the concession stand counters while Steven, the guy who sold him the weed, sweeps up random spills of popcorn.
The lobby of the theater is quiet when I walk inside, so both of them look up when they hear the door open.
Miller shoots me a small smile and stops cleaning when he sees me. I’m suddenly more nervous than I anticipated I’d be.
He presses his palms onto the counter and leans forward as I approach him. “I figured you’d be grounded.”
I shrug. “I am. She took my phone and banished me to my bedroom.” I look at the menu over his head. “I escaped.”
He laughs. “Final showings started between thirty and forty-five minutes ago, but you can take your pick. Theater four is the emptiest.”
“What’s playing in four?”
“Interstate. It’s an action flick.”
“Gross. I’ll take it.” I pull money out of my purse, but he waves it away.
“Don’t worry about it. Family gets in free. If anyone asks, tell them you’re my sister.”
“I’d almost rather pay than pretend we’re siblings.”
Miller laughs and grabs a large cup. “What do you want to drink?”
“Sprite.”
He hands me the Sprite, then wets a handful of napkins in the sink behind him. I look at him with confusion as he hands me the wet napkins.
“You have stuff,” he says, dragging a finger down his cheek. “Makeup. From crying.”
“Oh.” I wipe at my cheeks. I don’t even remember putting on mascara today. I seem to be going through the motions of life without actually being aware of any of the motions. I wasn’t even aware that I was crying the entire way here. Hell, I’m probably still crying. I can’t even tell anymore. My guilt over knowing I was texting Aunt Jenny the moment she had the wreck, coupled with the gaping loss I feel for both of them, doesn’t feel like it’ll ever go away. The tears that seemed to only come at night are starting to follow me into the daytime. I thought time would make it better, but so far, time has just allowed my feelings to build and build. My heart feels swollen, like it might explode if even one more small tragedy finds its way in.
Miller makes me a large bag of popcorn as I wipe away my mascara.
“You want butter?”
“Lots of it.” I toss the napkin in a nearby trash can, not even concerned if I got it all. He douses the popcorn in butter.
“Don’t forget. If an employee asks for a ticket, you’re my sister,” he says as he hands the popcorn to me.
I put a few pieces of popcorn in my mouth as I back away. “Thanks, bubba.”
He makes a pained face after I call him that, almost as if it’s a gross thought. I like that the thought of us being relatives repulses him. That means there’s a chance he’s imagined us together in an entirely different capacity.
The popcorn is stale.
I’m sure it’s because the concession stand was shutting down when he made me a bag. Can’t expect fresh popcorn at the end of the night. But it’s so bad that I’m pretty sure this popcorn is the reject pile that’s been resting untouched at the bottom of the popcorn machine since it was first popped this morning.
I’m eating it anyway.
I chose to sit in the back row in the corner because there are only two other people in here, and they’re in the middle. I didn’t want to sit in front of them because I planned on crying through the whole thing, but it’s actually an interesting enough movie to keep my mind off things.
I didn’t say it was a good movie. Just interesting.
At least, the main character is interesting. She’s a no-holds-barred badass with shoulder-length hair that whips and sways with her every movement. I’ve focused more on her hair than on the story line. My hair