There we sat in the movie theater with the whole room packed to the bone, really getting into the most suspenseful part of the show. As there were more gun shots and knife-stabbing moments, gasps of fear were let out everywhere.
Not.
Yeah, the whole place was packed, but at this movie? I was very surprised to see any of them once the movie started rolling. You couldn't digest that movies' cheesiness with a box of Lactaid. I was there with Taylor, of course, and he wanted to see this. Yeah right, it was just an excuse to make-out in a dark place where he thought we could be "alone." I wanted to see a different one, one that he wanted to see too, but he wanted his way, so I let him have it at that. But seeing the outcome of having the whole theater packed into this cramshell, it wasn't going to happen.
"Taylor, why did you want to see this?" I asked, ready to fall asleep.
"It looked good, and I wanted to see it with you." he replied.
I could hear the lying in his silence. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a "yeah, okay" look.
I tried to concentrate on the plot line of the show, but every time I tried, I would feel Taylor's cool breath blowing lightly into my ear. I closed my eyes and softly moaned pleasurably.
Taylor took this as a good sign and brought his hand around my neck, gently kneading it. I turned to face him and placed my left hand on his right knee, savoring his affection.
Taylor then took his hand that was rubbing my neck and guided it down the side of my body, placing it on my waist and began pulling me closer to him. His kisses were so insinuating. He took his hand and put it on my hand that was on his knee and brought them closer to his thigh, and kissed me that sent out a sign asking, "Will you do as I please?"
I stroked his thighs, the insides and the outsides, and I brought my free hand to his shirt and clutched it as he put his hand up my shirt and stroked my back, his hand running over the back of my bra, tugging at it especially.
I opened his mouth more and let my tongue enter, where he, "challenged a game of tonsil hockey."
As I was "winning," he lightly moaned, and then a little louder when I stuck my hand down his baggy jeans and began carressing his lower abdomen on the outside of his boxers.
"Excuse me," a voice said, and then a bright light shown upon us, "but I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." the movie usher finished, with a very annoyed looking girl standing next to him.
"Thank you." said the girl, crossing over Taylor and I and sat down in a seat.
"Why do we have to leave?" I asked.
"Because your little kissing game was disturbing those around you, and this movie theater doesn't tolerate that."
"Yeah." said that girl. "Hey, you weren't brought into this conversation, were you?" I asked rudely. "Kim, dont' start-" Taylor began to say. "Taylor, shush."
"No, but I'm bringing myself into it." she continued.
"Just stay out of it, you bitch." I hissed.
"Don't talk to my girlfriend that way, you skanky whore." the guy said that was next to her.
"Don't call her a skanky whore, you damn asshole." Taylor back-fired.
"Hey! You four, leave; now." growled the usher.
"C'mon Kim." Taylor said, tugging at my arm. "Gladly. Who wants to stay here with some shitty service who don't mind their own business. This is a crappy theater with a crappy audience." I said, emphasizing the word audience, meaning it by that other couple.
"And don't come back!" yelled the usher as we exited the lobby of the theater.
"Fine, like she said, you were shitty service anyway!" Taylor yelled back to him.
"Yeah, he and that whore had no business interrupting our...well, game, as that usher said." I commented.
"Yeah, really. I mean, all that I remember is this bright light shining on us, and htis rude girl says, "Yeah, finally, thank you," or something. God." he added.
"Oh well, it's over, c'mon." I said, and took his hand as we walked outside towards home.
We came to Willow Tree park, and to our astonishment, it was empty. Well, duh, it was like, 8:00 at night, no surprises.
We walked into the park, dawdling around. I stared at the swings for awhile.
I looked at Taylor and smiled, holding his hand and leading him over to the swings.
"Kim, this is too childish." he said.
"Taylor, don't be a baby. Swings are a pastime of everybody. C'mon, please?"
"No, it makes me feel weird." he replied.
I walked over to him and took his hands. "Tay-Tay, puh-lease? I'll give something fun to do later...." I said convincingly, giving him my seducing smile.
"Okay, you got me." he said, and we kissed.
We stayed on the swings until dusk, holding hands the whole time, staing deeply into one another's eyes, like the way we always were.
"Kim?" Tay whispered. "What?" I asked. "It's 9:30 pm. We're past curfew." he said. "Mine's at 10:00 pm." "I hate you. Mine's at 9:15 pm." "But you love me, right?" "Of course." I got up and went over to him and we kissed. He brought me down to the grass as he slid off of his swing seat. We kissed some more as the sun sunk and the stars came out.
"C'mon Tay. We better get going." "But you said-" I put my finger on his mouth and closed his lips shut. "Not now." I kissed his lips gently and we walked home.
"Summer lovin', had me a blast."
"Summer lovin', happened so fast."
"I met a girl, crazy for me."
"I met a boy, cute as can be." I sang to, "Summer Nights" from, "Grease" on this new radio station that I happened to be listening to. It kind of reminded me of Tay and I. As I sang and paused, I looked at the pictures over on my nightstand. There were so many! I found a picture that my dad took the day I was born, and it had me and Taylor next to each other in bassinets at the nursery in the hospital. There was a picture of Ike, Zac, Tay and I in a swimming pool. There was one of me and Mackenzie when he was just a newborn. I was holding him. There was one of Avery and Jessica and I all glammed-up in make-up and being silly. There was one with both Taylor's and my family having a barbeque from the last two summers. We were messy with the sauce because we got into a fun fight with ketchup, mustard, barbeque sauce, relish, everything! There were tons more, but one seemed to stand out the most.
Yeah, you might have guessed this. It was of Taylor and I. We were standing up, and he was standing behind me, with his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin rested on my shoulder. I was clasping his arms like a belt and had a mile-wide smile. He just smiled, but you could see the love in his expression. The picture was taken shortly after we started going out. He was in my favorite outfit of his, the one from Arthur Ashe. Just that red shirt and black jeans were enough to drive me wild. I was in his favorite outfit of mine, my blue camouflague shirt and short white jean shorts. The picture was in a frame I made from art class. It had silvery confetti mashed into gel-like balls that were plastered in a plaster-of-paris formula, molded into a heart shape.
My phone rang. "Hi Taylor." I said into the mouthpiece. "How did you know it was me?" "You always call at 4:20 during the day." "That's right." "So what's going on?" "Summer's almost over. School will be starting. What's going to happen?" "Taylor, do you love me?" "Always and forever." "You've been hit by Cupid's arrow to hard." "What are you talking about?" "You're being to weird and love-sick for your own matter." "I can't help it if I love my girlfriend." I sighed, and didn't talk. "Kim, are you still there?" "Taylor, I'm not your girlfriend. I'm just dating you." "Why won't you be my girlfriend?" "People will hear about it. You know you're fans, they'll go bizarre! I don't want to risk being your girlfriend than going against how popular you and your brother's band is." "Kim, the fans will have to take a step into reality and that I won't be thier boyfriend. They'll just have to wait for Taylor Hanson." "But Taylor, this is how I feel. Be lucky that I'm dating you and that I love you." "Fine." "Taylor?" "What?" "I love you, and no one can stop me from being away from you, let alone think about you. There are a million girls waiting in line to date you, and now that I'm dating you, I'm your top choice. You watched me go through a lot of things and you waited. What I do takes courage and consequences, and waht you did took dedication."
"I love you too."
