"C'Mon, Frankie!" Steffany giggled as she pulled on his coat sleeve. "I don't want to miss a MINUETE of the beautiful Josh Harnett!"

Frankie smiled thinking how bad he was going to hurt Greg for setting him up on this blind date. He knew he needed to get out more and date when he can, but it ws hard in more ways than one. Steffany asked Frankie to buy a tub of popcorn, a packet of Sour Patch Kids, a bar of ice cream, a large pepsi and a dish of nachos. Frankie didn't think anyone could eat more than his family put together. She dragged him into the over-cluttered theature 4 where the previews of other hit movies were exploding on the screen. People, young and old, nested with their significant others as Steffany plowed through a row of aggrovated seniors to their drab and crimson seats.

"Man!" Steffany shouted over the opening credits, tossing evil glances at the seniors. "Some people are so rude! Can't even move." Frankie just nodded, praying this would be a short movie...

On the other side of town, another person was praying their movie would be quick. "Stop it, Bryant!" Bridget demanded as he slipped his hand in between her legs.

"C'mon," Bryant moaned in her ear as the alcohol hung on his breath, "you always used to like it."

She angrily pushed him back onto the plush blue sofa. "You're drunk," she simply stated. Bryant peered at her with confusion, a blank expression pasted on his face as Bridget redirected her attention to 'Patch Adams'.

"You're seeing someone else, aren't you?" Bryant sneered as he crept towards her. "It's that Shane shit, isn't it?"

Bridget glanced toward him and replied "of course not."

"Liar," Bryant contrasted as he pelted himself on her. She squealed in fear as her weak arms knocked over the ivory ceramic lamp. It crashed into a million pieces just like her tolerance for Bryant. He clamped his hand over her mouth as her eyes dialated with fear. She was flaying like a fish that was newly hooked. He took his free right fist and rammed it right into her left eye. She stopped dead right there and then. He silently laughed in power as his fingers slipped to Ridge's jeans' fly. He unzipped it and tore them off her like a she was a rag doll. His smiled widened as he peered at her milky skin and black bikini underware. With all her strenght, Bridget pulled her arms free and raked her recently filed nails deep into his eyes. He yelped in pain as she slithered off the couch. She landed running. She grabbed her jeans and tore her lepord pocketbook off the rusted door handle. "BRIDGET!" Bryant cried ravenously; that was all she could hear. She was lost in a world of lust and love.

Frankie was enjoying the movie mainly in part of it kept Steffany silent. As Steffany noisly grinded her popcorn without the slightest hint of manners, her pocketbook began to vibrate. "Hold this for me, doll," Steffany said as she shoved the popcorn into Frankie's arms. She took out her blue two-way pager and muddered the message out loud. "oh OH!" she screamed. "The last episode of Dawson's Creek is on NOW!" Frankie smile crepped back on his face as Steffany rambled on and on. "You don't mind if I leave now, do you, pookie?" Steffany asked, squeezing his arm.

"Hey," he replied, shrugging his shoulders, "if you have to go, you have to go." Her face lit up with excitement. "Thank you!" she shouted as she kissed him on the cheek. She abruptly got up from her seat and left. Frankie sighed in relief and he decided to leave too. He missed half of the movie because of "distractions". A walk will do him good.

He walked the 6 blocks to his house. It was time like these in which he could reflect about his life and how much it's changed and it is going to change. The streetlights were all that iluminated the dark streets of the Bronx. Frankie took a seat on a lonley brown bench as he overlooked the empty park.

Bridget wiped at her damp face as she ran as far as her legs would take her. Her heart was racing as fast as her hatred grew for Bryant. To her, the bruises were like birthmarks; something that would never go away. She felt utterly disguisting and alone as she rounded Maple St. Her legs couldn't support her anymore, she fell with a thud on the cool grass as Frankie watched with consern.