Page 73 of Love Me Like It's Real
“Do you reckon they’re plotting our demise?” I ask Felix.
He chuckles. “Probably plotting locking us into a closet,” he replies and I wiggle my eyebrows.
“That doesn’t soundsobad.”
Felix slaps my chest and I fake an injury, which gets us a couple of shushes. Both Felix and I sink into our seats and that makes the girls laugh harder. Which gets us more shushes and that starts a vicious circle we can’t escape from and without meaning to, it’s like all four of us are sabotaging this farce of a marathon, which, hey, works for me.
Planting doubt and dissent everywhere I go is my middle name.
Well, not really. My middle name is Orson, which I’ll take to my grave before I tell a living soul.
AfterThe Parent Trap, it’s13 Going on 30. Another movie to make us feel old.
“I used to love the movie,” Felix admits when Jennifer Garner wakes up and has a panic attack about suddenly being thirty.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I ask.
Someone behind us shushes.
“What?” Felix asks, ignoring the disruption to our disruption.
“I used to love it too.”
Felix gasps.
“No! Lies! You?” he exclaims and there’s a cacophony of shushes again.
We sink even lower into our seats, barely holding it together.
“You? Like a romcom?” he whispers.
I nod.
“Defector. Apostate.”
“Uhm, would you stop using big words I don’t know.”
Felix rolls his eyes. “I thought you were against love.”
“I am,” I rush to add and don’t care who minds my talking. “But, remember college? I wasn’t against it then. Sick, I know, but we all have our faults. Mine is a dark and twisted history.”
Felix stares at me and raises an eyebrow. “I don’t know. I’ll have to report you. That’s disgusting.”
Near the end of the movie the girls fall asleep in their seats thenThe Princess Diariescomes on.
“I need to get out of here,” I declare.
“Me too, but give it half an hour. Let them have a little snooze,” Felix suggests and I agree.
So I have no option but to watch an “uglified” Anne Hathaway stumble her way through royal society for a little while longer before we give up and Felix wakes the girls.
“But she’s turning pretty!” Arya cries, half asleep as Anne is getting her makeover.
“She was always pretty, honey. Now, come on. Let’s go get something to eat.” Felix pushes them through the seats and when the girls suggest milkshakes we get another outpouring of annoyance our way. But we no longer care. As soon as we’re out in the atrium everyone turns to me since I’m more familiar with every place in this town than Felix.
“There are two diners in town that make the best milkshake,” I start but as soon as we’re out in the street we’re blasted by a sweeping cold that makes my teeth grind.
Little white blurs fall from the sky and for the hundredth time that day, the girls scream for joy.
