The Unexpected Everything - Morgan Matson Page 0,151
going to keep it secret?
CLARK
He says he can
ME
He also said he could do a British accent
You didn’t have to sit through the production of
My Fair Lady like the rest of us
TOBY
ME
Hi! What’s going on?
Anything happening?
Anything you want to share?
TOBY
ME
You’re bored at work?
TOBY
ME
That’s great
Toby
ME
No, I just meant that it’s good it’s
not something more serious, that’s all
PALMER
Movie? Bri thinks she can get us in free
And that it’s not just a ploy to get us
to hang out with her this time
ME
Want me to see if Clark can come?
PALMER
Idk, I was thinking maybe just us
I feel like I haven’t seen Bri lately
ME
She’s probably just busy
With her job
CLARK
Tom might be mad at you now
ME
I know that
CLARK
No about something else
(sorry)
TOM
Oh, so now I can’t act, either??
You said you LIKED my Henry Higgins
ME
I did!
TOM
SURE.
ME
CLARK!
CLARK
I’m sorry! I needed an example
ME
Stop telling Tom everything!
PALMER
Movie?
ME
Sure. Fine. Sounds good
And let’s not ask the guys
I’m currently mad at Clark
PALMER
What’d he do?
ME
Nothing
He just
PALMER
What??
ME
He won’t tell me what his new book is about
PALMER
I’ll get Tom to find out—I bet he can
ME
I’m beginning to agree with you
TOBY
ME
Awesome, you’re in?
TOBY
PALMER
Okay, I’ll see you tonight
I have to go talk my boyfriend off the ledge
Suddenly he’s worried about his British accent??
ME
Actors.
Weird, right?
CLARK
Can I see you tonight?
ME
Seeing a movie with the girls.
Tomorrow?
CLARK
It’s a plan.
And I am sorry about telling Tom.
I just needed to get some perspective.
ME
I get it.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
Xx
• • •
“So do you guys have an arrangement with management or something?” Toby asked as she leaned across the glass case in the lobby of the Palace Movie Theater, looking down at the candy. “That the only movies you can get us into for free are the bad ones?”
“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Palmer said from the other side of the lobby, as she looked at one of the coming-attraction posters. “I liked the dog.”
“I don’t think that’s the best indication of a movie’s quality,” I said, looking around from my spot behind the counter, next to Bri. We were the last ones there—after the show ended, Bri had swept up and we’d helped by pointing out where she needed to sweep. All the moviegoers had gone, and after Craig the projectionist exchanged an awkward greeting with Toby (their date had not been a success), we had our run of the place.
I looked at Bri doing her last checks of the theater, locking the front door so nobody would wander in and making sure everything was turned off, I was impressed that she was hiding her secret so well. But maybe she’d gotten used to it over the last month, or we just hadn’t been paying attention. But as I looked around at all of us hanging out, Palmer and Toby none the wiser to what was going on in our midst, I began to really feel like this might be okay. That we’d get through this, Wyatt and Bri would fade out, and nobody needed to get unnecessarily hurt in the process.
“What do you guys want to do now?” Palmer asked, heading over to me and Toby, while Bri did actual work, taking inventory of the popcorn kernels and condiments. “Diner? Or we could go to the Orchard?”
“If you want food, P, just get something to go,” I suggested.
Palmer pointed at me. “I knew there was a reason we keep you around,” she said, pulling out her phone and taking a few steps away.
“Order me French fries!” Toby yelled after her, then turned to me. “Think she heard me?”
“I think she heard you,” I said, laughing. “I just don’t know if she listened to you.”
“Okay,” Bri said, setting her clipboard down. “Done.”
“Can we leave?” I asked over Toby, who, rather than walking up to Palmer, was just yelling, “French fries!” at increasingly louder levels.
“Almost,” Bri said. “I just have to make sure that everyone’s out of the bathrooms and that they’re not a complete disaster.”
“How long?” I asked, taking out my phone. “I’ll see if Clark wants to meet us at the Orchard.”
“We should be good to leave in ten,” Bri said, picking up her phone to check the time, then leaving it on the counter as she headed for the bathroom. “And tell Toby I want in on her fries.”
I started to text Clark as Toby reached into her bag for her own phone, then sighed as she looked at the screen. “My phone’s dead,” she said, dropping it back in her purse.