Page 24 of Faking It with Mr. Uptight

"I'll catch up with you two tomorrow," Molly added hastily.

"Alright. Have fun you two," Becca called after us and Laney giggled.

We found a spot at the edge of the green and spread out our blanket. With each passing minute, more people found their spots to sit as the dusky sky went dark.

"How long has it been since you've been to something like this?" Molly asked.

"Years."

"Why is that?"

"It's not my thing, really. But I'm glad I came tonight." And unlike our relationship, it wasn't a lie.

She smiled and laid down. "Come on. We don't want to miss a thing."

I sat down next to her and watched as the first star twinkled overhead. The stage was lit up with white Christmas lights, and the band finished up their set and took their bows.

"Welcome, welcome," said Keith Buchannan as he stepped on stage. He was the head of the Parks and Recreation department. Right now, he wore a fedora and a tan sport coat, and I had to repress a laugh. It differed greatly from his usual Paul Bunyan-esque attire. "Tonight, we have a special treat! A Grace Kelly double feature, The Rear Window and To Catch a Thief. A big thanks to the Chamber of Commerce for sponsoring tonight's films and to Reggie Wilson for putting together our trivia questions."

A smattering of applause rose and fell, and the man continued, "Alright, we'll kick off the evening with a bit of trivia. If you have the right answer, make sure to shout it out so you can win a voucher for the concessions."

Molly grinned and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Snacks are at stake! You better get it together, old man."

I snorted and shook my head. Molly was something else.

The guy on the stage cleared his throat, and asked, "According to Jimmy Stewart, while filming the movie, what did the crew look forward to the most every day?"

"Ooo, I know this." She squirmed and shot her hand up. He pointed at Molly and she hollered, "Waiting for Grace Kelly to come in so they could just look at her." When she said ‘look at her,’ she affected a damn good Jimmy Stewart accent that got a giggle from the audience.

"That is correct!" Keith shouted, and waved the slip of paper. "Make sure to come by the booth later to collect your prize. Now on to the next question."

A couple more people had answers, but I had no idea at all. Molly whispered them all to me before others answered. I thought it was sweet that she didn't showboat, even though snacks were at stake. The whole thing was actually pretty fun.

Molly hopped to her feet and tugged me by the hand. It was time to get snacks apparently.

"What about the movie?" I asked, laughing at her antics.

"We won't miss anything, plus the movie doesn’t start until 8:30 so we have some time."

"Alright," I said, and let her lead the way.

I couldn't stop the smile that crept across my face as we made our way through the crowd, her arm wrapped in mine. We got to the end of the food trucks and the concession stand, and she stood on her tiptoes, looking around.

"What are you looking for?"

"The holy trinity of movie nights: popcorn, peanut M&Ms, and Twizzlers."

"Not peanut butter cups?"

"I mean, I never say no to those. But I don't make the rules. The trinity is the trinity. You don't mess with religion."

I couldn't hold back the laughter this time, and she grinned and winked.

"Alright, I'll get the snacks, and you get us drinks. Sound good?"

"Deal."

We met a few minutes later and took our haul back to our blanket. Just as we sat down, the movie started.

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