M O V I E T H E A T E R

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S O N G

THE LESS I KNOW THE BETTER - TAME IMPALA

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J U N E 1 9 9 8

A smile rises on his face as he trails his tongue along his upper set of teeth, "You're right." He says, grabbing me and putting me on the skateboard.

I furrow my eyebrows in suspense. I kick my leg and start going but I quickly come to a halt, looking back at him and chuckling.

"I guess I know well enough, you comin'?" I ask and he nods, "Okay... get on the road, sweetheart." He says, beckoning me over time the streets that he starts skating down.

I shake my head lightly, getting on the road and trying to keep up with him. "Royce!" I scream and he laughs, "keep up!"

I laugh, "You're so annoying!"

"And yet you're still here!" He says, turning to me and smirking lightly. He wasn't wrong...

"Ugh! You're lucky you're the only person I know here!" I huff, acting as though I would have the guts to leave this adorable man, and he smiles at me.

"The only thing I'm lucky about is that you still like me after figuring out I do drugs, skate like a sixteen year old boy with daddy issues, want to foster kids at nineteen, and I'm just a straight up fucking prick." He retaliates.

"What can I say, my type is weird." I shrug sarcastically and he turns down another empty road with a shake of his head, but I see the hidden smile on his lips.

As expected though I do fall on the ground next to a light post. I know, classy.

I laugh a little and he gets off, jogging towards me and handing me his hand for help up, "So while I have you stuck in my hold.." he mumbles, trapping me against the lightest, "you're saying I'm your type, Sweetheart?"

I snuggle myself into his coat, pick up his skateboard he's letting me use. and easily get out of his hold. I walk on the sidewalk with a smirk while he slowly starts skating again by my side.

"Sure..." I mumble with a shrug, purposely leaving questions in his head. He looks at me with wide eyes and shakes his head, laughing. In a way of distressing after that mind-fuck I put him in, he goes faster, putting his hands up and screaming in victory while he skates in the middle of the road. I seem to think that he took that sure as a yes....

I giggle, and his shining amethyst eyes dig into mine.

That's what it was meant to be.

"We're here..." He mumbles quietly and breathlessly, almost nothing comes out of his mouth as he stares into my brown eyes.

"You okay?" I ask, running my fingers through my hair and then stuffing my hand in my pocket, the other one holding my skateboard he gave me against my leg.

"I'm great." He mumbles, completely pushing himself out fo his small trance, his arm going around my waist and pushing me to his side. "And here we are." He introduces, waving his arm around the coffee shop. He sweetly opens the door for me before following me inside.

"Welcome to Finn-" the cashier starts, but swallows when she sees Royce. His abs were on full display as she practically drooled over them, reluctant to what she had to say. "excuse me sir... you need a shirt to be in here."

Royce cusses under his breath and looks at me. "Do you still have your shirt?" He asks and I nod, having put it on while waiting outside his apartment and then put his hoodie back on since my body and hair was dry.

"Yeah do you want your hoodie?" I ask and he shakes his head, grabbing my shirt from me and taking it off, revealing my bikini again for a split second before putting his coat back on me and putting my shirt on himself.

"Good?" He asks the cashier and she looks at him, speechless.

The shirt barely fit him, and was tight in weird spots.

"I can't say no..." she mumbles and he nods, walking closer to her and smiling.

"Can I get two hot chocolates to go?" He asks and she nods a little. He grabs his wallet out of the pocket in his hoodie and, while smiling, hands her a card.

She smiles back at him, biting her lip a little, obviously flirtatiously. I swallow, almost feeling nervous or anxious while I watch them.

Soon she hands him our drinks with a small napkin. She makes the 'call me' sign with her fingers before ringing up the next customer. He grabs our drinks and hands me one as we walk out of the shop, and almost immediately...

He surprisingly throws the napkin away....

He takes of my shirt while I take a sip.

"Do you like it?" He asks and I look at him with a wide open mouth.

It was, in fact, the greatest hot chocolate I had ever tasted. It tastes creamy and not too much like chocolate.

"Is it... white chocolate?" I ask and he nods, "Yep." He says, popping the 'p', obviously preoccupied by getting my shirt off. He shoves it in his pocket, a small part of it having out.

"It's so good!" I gasp, looking up at him and hugging him quickly. I'll repay you I promise!" I say, and his hands are raised up. He looks surprised that I was full on hugging him. "No problem..." he mumbles.

He hadn't hugged me full heartedly before, and that's exactly what I'm doing.

Slowly, his hands pressed against my shoulders, giving me a hug back with his chin resting on the top of my head.

I push myself back, nervous and red, and smile, "you wanna go get snacks to sneak into the movie theater? If we get enough I can pretend to be pregnant." I say with a laugh and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"Am I the dad?" He quizzes and I nod happily and energetically.

"Oh this is fucking awesome!" He laughs, throwing his skateboard on the ground and drinking his hot chocolate as he slowly skates next to the sidewalk.

"Okay, what's the babies gender... and should we go around annoying tourists about how you're pregnant?"

"Definitely... and Um, how about a boy?" I ask and he nods absentmindedly, staring down a tourist as she walks down the sideway. He winks at her and she giggle a little.

"What was that?" I ask and he chuckles.

"I fucked her." He mumbles looking at me and shaking his head, "Anyways.. their name is.. how about Theo?" He asks and I laugh a little, completely astonished on how he does it,

How he doesn't care about who he sleeps with...

"Oh I love the name Theo!" I say, not speaking my mind on the topic, and he stares at me with a raised eyebrow, "more than Royce?" he challenges, his lips curled into a smirk.

"Yes," I challenge back, lying. I loved Royce, and it fit him perfectly, but his reaction was worth the lie. He stops his skateboard, grabbing me and picking me up. "Take it back!" He screams, and I giggle, trying to wiggle out of his hold without spilling my drink all over him.

His abs are toned and distracting but I still giggle, "Okay okay! I Like Royce more!" I admit and he smiles, letting me down.

But as he goes to turn away, I rest my hand in his abs. He swallows, his breathing going ragged from my touch...

I loved it...

He was halfway turned away from me, and he was looking at me through his peripherals.

"Kelca..." he whispers warningly.

I lean in and smile, whispering in his ear, "I was lying..."

I then quickly run away.

"Oh fuck you!" He screams after me and I flip him off with a giggle as he runs after me. I turn into the gas station and walk in quickly.

He follows me in and picks me up, laughing as he spins me around.

"I was joking! I was joking!" I scream and he laughs, his thumb running along my cheek.

"You better have been..." he mumbles, "Grab as many snacks as you want, I'm friends with the cashier here..."

I look over at the cashier.

She was a beautiful woman, her hair dark and her skin tanned.

Oh my god those boobs-
I wish I was gay...

I grab a soda and a bag of pre-made white cheddar popcorn. I take my last sip of hot cocoa and throw away the bottle.

I look at Royce and he signals me forward, putting a bunch of stuff on the counter.

Damn I really am gonna look pregnant when I hide this crap.

"Hey.." he says deeply, winking at her as she bats her eyelashes.

What. The. Fuck?

"Hiii.." she flirts, almost breathless while he looks at her. His eyes travel up and down her body.

He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket as she talks to him, "Is this another one of your foster sisters?" She asks and he shakes his head.

"No, I'm actually helping her out and buying her some food. She's going through some problems right now-"

"Woooww..." she mumbles, leaning her chin on her palm and gazing at him.

"I'll pay for all of this... have a great day Royce. I'll see you soon." She winks and waves her hand lightly as he smirks at her.

"Definitely.."

We walk out and I see the movie theater across the street. He grabs my hand as we run across it together.

Nobody is outside, so we go to the side of the building and he lifts up his coat, exposing my stomach.

I start shoving food up the coat and he laughs.

"Anybody walking by would be so confused." He mumbles and I slap his arm. "Don't jinx it jackass!"

"Well fuck you too!" He says sarcastically and I stick out my tongue jokingly.

His hand, for what I believe is the first time when I'm out of water, stays on my stomach to hold up the coat as we make my fake pregnant belly.

"Okay what's The name again?" I ask, holding the food up with my arm under my 'belly'.

"Theo.." Royce mumbles, staring at my stomach. "Wow... never thought I'd be a dad so soon. I use protection."

"Good job wrappin' your willy, jackass."

He tips his imaginary hat and I shake my head. We walk up to the cinema and open the heavy clear doors.

We see movie posters hanging all over the walls and I bite my lip, "Which one my love?" I ask, running my hand over his clean shaven jaw.

I look up at him through my eyelashes, and watch as his confused face turns into one of realization. He's my baby daddy, and in this fake world where I'm pregnant, we are in love.

"Whichever one would make you the happiest, hunnybun." He says and a smile runs over my face, and I have to conceal my face as I laugh into his chest.

He dogs his head into my neck and laughs a little too. "Hunnybun?" I ask through laughs quietly and he chuckles.

"That's what couples call each other right?" He asks and I shrug, backing up and poking his chest.

"You already have called me sweetheart but you didn't pick that?" I ask with a laugh and furrowed eyebrows.

He shrugs, opening his mouth to talk but stopping and walking towards the cashier in the empty hall. The cashier was probably staring...

"Hello, can we get two tickets for..." he looks up at the board and laughs, "Fuck it let's go for Armageddon."

"Okay, two adult seats is 8.79." The cashiers nasally voice retaliates, it's quite annoying. I hope my fake baby doesn't have that voice...

He sounds like a cartoon character....

Royce pulls out his card and I sigh, leaning up and whispering in his ear. "Thank you for buying me stuff, I can pay you back."

He just shakes his head, "I like having fun, I'm paying for my enjoyment too honeybun. Plus I work, I can pay."

I bite my lip as we walk to the showing.

"I can't believe that worked..." I mumble and he shrugs, "Honestly I have no idea, your belly is lumpy as fuck."

"Do not insult our baby Royce!" I accuse, holding my belly protectively.

He rolls his eyes, pushing me forward lightly and into the seats he chose. I laugh a little, looking around and seeing nobody is in here with us. I unzip his hoodie, revealing my bikini top and the top of our mountain of food.

"Pick and choose." I say and he stares at me for a second.

"Wow, can't believe you're giving birth already.." he huffs, digging in while I laugh.

"Y'know I can't just walk out of the theater without a belly right? We have to keep our wrappers and crap!"

His face falls but then he laughs, "This effects me in no way, you're just gonna go to movie theater jail." He says and I gasp.

I hit his arm lightly, which does nothing to him. "How are you so strong!" I huff, grabbing his soda and taking a sip.

"I've just been working out so that when I meet the love of my life I can spin her around." He says, elbowing my arm a little bit as he smirks at me.

I furrow my eyebrows as he stares at me with anticipation. "What Royce-?" I ask but he quickly spills all of the food out of the jacket, and picks me up.

He begins spinning me around and I squeal. "I am not the love of your life, Royce! I have to leave in three months!" He grabs my hands, leaning down to look at me,

"Well then let's make those three months count."

I smile, shaking my head, but he lifts my face up by my jaw and smiles back at me.

"I love your smile..." he mumbles...

And then he runs down the middle aisle between seats. The commercials play in the background, one advertising a magazine while I watch him step on the arm rests.

He starts walking across the seats and I shake my head, "You're gonna get us in trouble!" I scold and he spins around, waving his arms at the nothingness around us.

"Who's gonna catch me! Live a little!" He jumps down from the seats and comes over to me.

"Bigger crimes happened here then me running around a movie theater."

He chuckles a little as I shake my head, watching him run around and do stupid crap while waiting for the movie to start. I sit down in his seat, my seat being taken by our 'baby'.

When the name of our movie shows up on the big screen, he comes over to me and grabs my jaw.

"You're in my seat sweetheart."

He winks.

I sigh, "Y'know, my seat is taken by our baby."

I smack my lips and shake my head. "I guess you're just gonna have to find a new seat." I shrug.

I signal around to all the seats around us when he doesn't move from in front of me. "Move your fat ass." I say, moving my head a little bit from side to side, he laughs a little.

"Y'know if you were in front of me I wouldn't be able to say that-"

"you didn't have to make fun of my flatness!" I laugh and he shrugs, picking me up from my seat again and twisting us around so I'm sitting on his lap.

He leans his head on my shoulder and whispers slowly and seductively in my ear. "Im overprotective... Over my seat I mean..."

I roll my eyes, getting comfortable on top of him and resting my feet on the chairs in front of us since nobody is there. There's in fact nobody in this theater in general.

And throughout the entire movie.... we stay like that.

Me in his lap. His breath on my shoulder, his hair hitting my neck.

It was so soft.....

And when the movie ended, we walked out of the theater.

"It's kinda weird that the theater let you in without a shirt but the coffee shop didnt."

"Well a lot of people come here after their trip to the beach, I know I do it a lot." He says, lifting up the bottom of his coat on me and stuffing our wrappers and leftover food up there.

"You wanna walk me home, Royce?" I ask quietly looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"Well I don't really have a choice," he starts, poking my nose lightly, "you don't know where we are."

"I'll learn!" I say and he laughs as we walk out of the theater, but as he goes to open the door...

My belly falls.

"What the fuck?!" The cashier yells with furrowed eyebrows and Royce starts laughing hysterically, grabbing my hand and running with me down the street.

"Dude!" We hear the cashier say as he runs down the street behind us. We take a turn and then quickly soon after take another turn down an alley.

He throws me against the wall and covers my mouth. His head digs into my neck as to cover his laugh as much as possible. "Shhh..." he whispers in my ear as we hear the guy maybe a few feet from the turn into the alleyway.

"what the fuck..." the cashier mumbles and Royce breathes heavily on my neck.

My hand goes up to his head, gripping onto his head and pushing him farther into my neck to shut him up.

Oh...

His hair is so soft...

I was right....

Oh my god...

His nose was sharp against my neck, his breath tickling me and his jaw peaking out barely. My hand that was running through his hair goes to the sharp edge of his jaw, running lightly along it.

His hands grab onto my hips, arching my back into him.

Although I never want this to end, his touch on mine, we hear footsteps walk away. He slowly lifts himself off of me and moves his hands.

"Oh my god that was hilarious." He laughs a little and I roll my eyes.

"That was so embarrassing what do you mean! We just left Theo there!" I say and he laughs, "It's not like we're ever gonna see the worker again!"

"He works there, Royce!"

"Not anymore! He left his post to follow after two teenagers who faked a pregnancy to bring like eight total crackers into the theater."

"Oh my god we just ruined his life!" I say he rolls his eyes, "No we didn't. This place has like a bunch of places that need employees, he's fine."  He says and I huff, "that... that was terrifying!"

"Oh calm down!" He laughs, grabbing onto my thighs and picking me up, "hold our skateboards, I'll walk us home."

I sigh, stuffing my face in his neck and smelling him... he smelt like salt water and spice.

"Thank you..." I mumble and he takes a sharp breath through his nose. "It's no problem..."

"But like... you're really nice and I've never met anybody like you especially since I've never even talked to somebody-"

"It's probably because you're annoying as fuck." He jokes, referring to my ranting when I get nervous. I roll my eyes and he speaks in response, "But... thank you. I've never met anybody who doesn't find me completely weird and terrifying because I want to live my life with no regrets. I just... I know how quickly it can end. And you're the first person who—not very willingly obviously— goes along with my antics."

"Well I had a lot of fun.. so maybe tomorrow I'll be more willing." I say with a laugh and he shrugs. "I hope so..."

He agreed to hang out with me tomorrow....

In what seems to me like a minute, he has carried me home. How the fuck-

He drops me down and smiles at me.

He looks down at me and secures the zipper on his coat, "You can keep this for now, Sweetheart." He mumbles lightly, before looking me in the eye and smiling.

He grabs his skateboard from my hand but keeps the one he let me use in mine.

"I'll teach you tomorrow, okay?" He asks and I nod, smiling at the skateboard.

"I'd love that..." I bite my lip. He grabs my jaw, staring at my lips for a second before taking a sharp breath through his nose and looking at my eyes.

"Good have a nice night, Princess-" he starts but I hear the bell on the door ring.

I turn around and see my dad.

My dad was around 5'8", so Royce towered over him. He had stubble and dark wavy hair with tan skin, I looked more like my mother.

"Hey, son." He says with a wave, before staring at me and pointing inside.

I look to Royce and laugh, waving lightly to him as he smirks, before looking at my dad and smiling nicely. Before I can hear their conversation my dad shuts the door.

I roll my eyes and look toward Momma, who sits just like I was sitting at the register. Her legs are kicked up while she reads a magazine.

"What is Pops doin?" I ask and she shrugs, looking out at Royce who is smiling charismatically and talking to my dad with ease.

"Well the windows lookin out are clear, so we could see you, and your dad thought he looked at your tits under that coat and then was gonna kiss you and he got scared and protective." She says and I roll my eyes. "He was just messing with the zipper, and he wasn't gonna kiss me. He only kisses tourists."

She takes a breath out and shakes her head, "I don't know baby, but I do know that he is so dad-flirting with your pops right now." She says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Dad-flirting?" I ask and she nods, watching them. "It's what my mom called it when your dad tried to finesse my dad when they first met. It's where they talk dad and know exactly what to say about their daughter. Your dad sucked at it and got punched in the face but... damn. This man looks like he's great at dad-flirting."

I laugh a little, "Well I'm hanging out with him again tomorrow." I say and my mom huffs with a small laugh, "he kept you out until 8 pm, it's almost dark, and you think dad is gonna let you out again, let alone out again after you bailed on working-!"

Suddenly the door opens with a ring of a bell,

"Marry him." My dad deadpans while he closed the door, and I watch as Royce stands against a pole, waiting for something.

"Go out there and talk to him love." He says to my mom and she huffs, going out there and talking to him for the second time today.

"Marry him." My dad says again and I laugh.

"So you'll let me hang out with him again tomorrow?"

"are you gonna bail on work again?" He furrows his eyebrows and I shrug, "Depends on what time he comes here."

My dad huffs, "How about we hire him?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow. "He already works-"

"But you need to marry him-"

My mom comes back in, "Marry him" she agrees and I laugh, "Guys!"

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I didn't really like the editing I did on this one so I'm sorry :( but let me know what you think!