Iâm still waiting.â
âI mean it, buddy. Just a couple of bucks. Please?â
He turns his nose up, crumples a fiver and chucks it at me. âDonât say I never do nothing for ya.â
âThanks. Youâre a legend.â
âI know.â
I grab the goods, walk two steps from the counter, and then a little kid runs into me like a leprechaun playing rugby. I manage to keep the Coke upright but the popcorn spills all over the floor.
The kids stops for an instant, checks out the damage, and sprints off.
âHey!â I yell after him. But heâs already gone.
I turn and catch the eye of the candy man.
He shrugs. âSorry, kid, not my problem.â
I feel like wiping that pimply smile off his face with a well-aimed frozen Coke, but then I wouldnât have anything to give Ashleigh.
âRossy, Rossy, Rossy,â Kane says. âBad luckâs your middle name.â
âNo, itâs not,â I say. âItâs Alexander.â
Kane pulls out his wallet.
Yes! I think. It looks like my old mateâs gonna buy me some more popcor n. Heâs not such a bad bloke after all.
He opens the wallet, points down at it and says, âI want that five dollars to be in here first thing tomorrow.â
He chuckles and walks off with a box of Maltesers the size of a plasma TV.
Far out!
Ashleighâs still in the toilet and the popcornâs still on the carpet. What the heck, I think. I make sure no one I know is watching and quickly scoop it up into the carton. Itâll be dark in the movie, so hopefully Ash wonât be any the wiser.
We walk in and the place is packed. My hopes of sitting in the back seat are dashed; the only seats left are right at the front.
We donât talk much until the opening credits roll, when Ashleigh whispers, âDoes this popcorn taste funny to you?â
âUmm. Funny, ha, ha, or funny, funny?â I say.
âFunny, funny. It âs like thereâs extra crunchy bits in it.â
âReally? I ordered extra, extra crunchy.â
She giggles and I think Iâve gotten away with it. For now.
I slide down the chair and get comfortable, wishing Iâd brought a stopwatch so Iâd know when halfway through the movie is. But now that Iâm here, the thought of making a move on Ashleigh makes me feel like spitting out my popcorn. Or that might be because of the hair wrapped around it.
You see, even though weâre right beside each other, it seems like thereâs a 100-mile gap between us. Her arms and legs are crossed, and reaching over and touching her seems about as impossible as crossing a croc-infested river.
About a quarter of the way into the movie she leans towards me, and I can smell her breath. Itâs a combination of popcorn and carpet.
She whispers in my ear, âNotice how all of the characters are wearing a different shade of blue. What do you think the director is trying to say?â
Geez, I think. The most analysis Iâve done on a film is counting the number of dead bodies in Die Hard 5 .
âUmm,â I say. âHe was probably trying to say that ⦠blue is his favourite colour.â
She puts her hand on my arm and giggles.
âWhy arenât you ever serious, Tony?â
I donât answer. Iâm too caught up in feeling her skin on mine, until she takes her hand away and crosses her arms and legs again.
I take a deep breath. It looks like itâs up to me to make the next move.
After counting to ten, I yawn and stretch. Then a Malteser whacks me on the back of the head. Aborting my mission, I turn around and see Kane and his sister directly behind us, a few rows back.
Block it out, I tell myself.
Thwack! Iâm hit again.
Youâre dead, Kane, I think.
Time ticks by and I know itâs now or never. The movieâs going to end pretty soon and Iâm starting to get a headache from flying Maltesers. I count to three and go,
Gillian Doyle, Susan Leslie Liepitz