And on some more. I never knew an hour and a half could
last so long, but since Arty stared slack-jawed in wonder
at the cavorting cartoon figures I figured he, at least, was
enjoying it.
I blame the cartoons. If the movie had held my interest I
would never have puled out my phone again. I'd never
have answered Austin's text. I know better now, but that's
what I told myself at the time.
I'm watching a movie.
Cool. What movie? The answer came within seconds.
I tried not to be excited that he'd been waiting for my
answer.
Something with elves and fairies. My eyes are bleeding.
You're with Arty?
I loved that Austin didn't abbreviate his texts. Yes. What
are you doing?
Thinking about you.
Something briliantly colored and loud happened onscreen,
but I couldn't blame the sudden thunder of my pulse on
that. I glanced at Arty, his mouth ful of popcorn, his entire
attention taken up by what was going on. I looked again at
the phone. My fingers stroked the keys, but I didn't type
anything. I didn't want this to keep going.
Or maybe I did.
Or maybe I did.
What are you thinking about me?
'Paige,' Arty whispered. 'I have to go to the bathroom!'
'Now? Can't you wait five minutes? The movie's almost
over.' I looked at the jumbo-size drink in his cup holder. It
had been the smalest size and stil contained enough soda
to float a boat. 'Never mind. C'mon.'
Arty squirmed. 'No, no, I want to wait.'
'Dude, you'l pee yourself.'
The woman in front of us gave an annoyed glance over her
shoulder. Since her own three kids had been bouncing out
of their seats and talking over the entire movie, I wasn't
realy sure where she got off with the bitchface, but I
ignored her to focus on my brother.
'No, I want to wait,' he insisted, eyes glued to the screen.
With a sigh, I watched him squirm. He was totaly going to
wet himself, but I remembered what it was like to miss the
best parts of a movie because of a teeny bladder. Not that
this movie seemed to have any best parts.
this movie seemed to have any best parts.
My phone vibrated again, earning me another look from
Mrs. Grumpy in front of me when I opened it to see
another text from Austin.
I'm thinking about how good your hair always smels.
Once I'd stuck a bobby pin in an electrical socket. What
can I say? I was young and dumb and it had seemed like a
