Free Out of Nowhere by Roan Parrish Page B

about this tobacco company that’s hiding really shady business practices and John Cusack and Rachel… something—that pretty British lady—are trying to trick them into admitting it.”
    “Um….” That sounds like the most boring movie ever.
    “Or The Bourne Ultimatum . Did you see the other ones?”
    “Is that the dude who’s really good at reading maps or something?” So. Boring. Rafe must hear it in my voice because he leans back and says, “Why don’t you pick.”
    “Ooh, Cube . It’s awesome. All these people wake up locked inside a cube that tries to kill them in different ways….” I trail off, realizing how stupid it sounds when I describe it. Rafe looks uncertain. “Or, how about Cabin in the Woods ? Did you see it? It’s like a horror movie about horror movies—well, I don’t want to give anything away.”
    Rafe’s mouth is open, like he’s not sure what to say.
    “Horror movies…,” he says slowly. “Not really my thing. Do you like fantasy? Or… action?”
    “Sometimes?”
    “Here, Gladiator . Have you seen that?”
    “No. But, uh, I kind of wanted to.”
    This is not true, but I’d rather watch almost anything than have an endless negotiation about it.
    The movie’s… long. I kind of dig it, I guess. I really like the music, and the scenes of them actually gladiating—is that a word?—are pretty awesome. Russell Crowe is badass. But all the, like, royal intrigue and plotting is dull. Rafe seems to like that stuff, though. The scheming, talky parts. In all the slow parts, I’m mostly aware of Rafe. Leaning forward at things that catch his attention. Leaning back and relaxing into the couch. Sometimes he’ll look over at me, almost like he’s checking to make sure I’m still there. I don’t know if it’s because it’s loose or because of the no-shampoo thing, but his hair has dried wavier than usual and I have the strangest urge to touch it, to push it back from his forehead and neck.
    I’ve been so relaxed all evening, but then Russell Crowe’s character, Maximus, is stabbed by a coward. And even though he keeps fighting, there’s nothing he can do. I know he’s going to die, and for some reason, I hate it. Yeah, okay, Maximus was a warrior, but war is different—people know they might die and they do it anyway, and these warriors seem to welcome a death in battle. But Maximus didn’t want to hurt anyone in the arena. He just wanted to be left alone on his farm with his wife and kid, but they made him hurt people and then killed him because he was a threat that they created. I hate it and my stupid fucking breathing thing starts. I hadn’t even noticed it was gone until this second. I sit up very straight, trying to breathe deeply and evenly, but once I’m aware of it, it’s too late. It’s all I can think about.
    The movie ends and even though they make it look happy—like Maximus is getting what he wants and being reunited with his family—everyone knows that’s bullshit. The dead are just dead and you never see them again. Hell, at least people remember Maximus. I’ve never done anything more memorable than fixing someone’s damn transmission. If I died tomorrow, no one would remember me and no one would care except Pop, Brian, and Sam.
    Rafe’s not like that. I bet if he died tomorrow, tons of people would remember him. I mean, all those kids at the Youth Alliance would definitely care. They all seemed crazy about him.
    The music in the closing credits is incredibly fucking depressing.
    “Hey.” A tentative hand on the back of my neck startles me and I pull away. “What brought that on?”
    “Brought what on?” I breathe as quietly as I can, taking shallow sips of air.
    “That change in your breathing?”
    “Dude,” I say, trying to play it off, “are you listening to me breathe? Sounds like you’re the one with the problem.”
    “Mmhmm,” he says, like he’s humoring me.
    No one’s ever noticed it before. Okay, so usually it happens when