Summer In Love (short story)

The lights in the theater went dim as the long string of commercials began. Tiny lights on the wall by the steps were the only thing visible besides the forty foot glowing frame. Your shoulder brushed up against mine in the darkness of the last row. You didnt move away. It got warmer in the theater. I didnt want to make any movement even though I had began to feel uncomforatable. I felt your arm gently shift up and down to the sound of your breath. Images were moving on the screen, all unimportant blurry figures. Voices tuning in and out, but I couldnt hear them. I was looking at the screen but seeing nothing. There was no reason to focus on the imaginary circumstance in front of me when reality was right by my side. You. You were real at that very moment. You were there, I felt your warmth. As far as I was concerned, you and I were in a dark room filled by the quiet sound of our breath. A loud bang in the movie snapped me back to reality. The reality of being in a theater filled with twenty three people laughing at characters on a screen. I put my arm rest down on the other side and scooted to my right, away from you.
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> We all walked out of the theater into the cold December air with no intention of heading to a specific location. The five of us always hung out together. I didnt know why today was so different. I kept glancing towards you every second I could. I talked to everyone else but for some reason I wanted your attention. I wasnt happy. I hadnt been for a long time. The cheery holiday music blasting from the shops and boutiques wasnt helping either. I walked along the sidewalk and looked into the stores. Christmas lights and smiles. I look back at you and quickly look away. “Guess what song” you say to me as you put your earphones on. You start mouthing the words to a song. I look at your lips and all I hear is the song. No cheery Christmas music. No chatter among friends. Just a song that isnt even playing in my ears. Your face was illuminated by just the street light. The tan outline of your cheek showed as you turned to your profile. I laughed. You were so deep into the lyrics of the song I found it funny. “Maroon 5,” I laughed. “What? How did you guess,” you complain. I sighed, “all you listen to is Maroon 5,” i smirked, “and the volume was too loud.” We laughed and caught up with the rest of our crowd. “Hey you know what?” you said. “What?” I turned. “This Christmas music makes me happy” you say as you begin to skip. Before I knew it youre were up and away with the crowd. I looked up at the trees and smiled a real smile. I waited and listened to the music. “It makes me happy too” I walked down to sidewalk to meet your smiling face.