Count On Me

Movie Date. Well, Sort Of.

/HERE Y'ALL ARE. ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY?!/
(( still with stridork))

((Should have probably mentioned that these last couple of updates are actually about three weeks away from when they initially started the class project. They're moderately friends now so yeah. That's why they were talking to each other the way they are. Forgot to mention this sorry everyone))

His phone sits in his left palm, his thumb pushing along the screen. Where is he? Why is he late? Why is Dave getting so worked up and worried? It's not like they're together. They're just friends. He's only seven minutes late. Calm yourself cool kid. But he could have ditched him. Blew him off for Rose or something. No he wouldn't do that. Would he? Dave CALM! Eight minutes now, nine, ten. Why is time going by so quickly now? This shit's turning from minutes to second. No, Dave. You're over thinking shit. Dave begins fiddling with his phone. Pushing it back and forth between both his hands, flicking the ringer volume switch on and off, turning up and down the volume for his music playing through the red ear buds placed carefully in his ears. Dave pulls at his fringe sticking out of the front of the red woolen hat sitting on his head, then flicks it back to the side.

-egderp you better move your ass-

Fifteen minutes late. Dave closes his eyes and stuffs his phone into his jacket pocket. He pushes off the wall he's leaning on and takes a step forward, into someone, and tumbling down onto them. Dave's eyes fling open in mild distress.
"Ow!"
The human beneath him mumbles.
"Shit, sorry. I wasn't looking."
"Well maybe you should open your eyes Strider."
John says, smiling up at him.
Dave climbs off of the ground and sticks his hand in front of John's face. John takes his hand in his own and Dave tugs him up.
Dave takes a step back from John's body and delivers a swift punch to his shoulder.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Being late as hell, that's what."
Dave says, glaring from behind the shades shielding his eyes from the blue dork in front of him.
"I'm sorry man. Dad had to drop my sister off at Roxy's before he dropped me off. She's sleeping there tonight."
John explains as Dave continues to look at him.
"You could have texted me."
"I didn't think that we'd be that long, and dad wouldn't let me on my phone."
"Nice one dude."
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. So we still going to this movie or what?"
John nods.

The two walk from the park they were standing in together to the cinema just down the street.
The walk consists of John, continuously, apologising to Dave. And Dave telling him to shut up, and that its okay. They get to the cinema, buy a ticket, some popcorn and cool drink ((soda to any Americans I guess. I'm Australian so.)). Both males move to the person collecting tickets then into the theatre with the sign above the door stating "Avengers: Age of Ultron". The two very 'heterosexual' 'friends' chose their seat in the very middle of theatre. Popcorn by their sides and 3D glasses on their faces, they look up to the screen. Advert after advert plays as the last few stragglers come in and finally the lights begin to dim. The speakers roaring through the whole movie. Full of crashes and explosions. The final few scenes draw in and John glances over his shoulder towards Dave. A sniffle comes from the youngest Striders direction. John's eyes widen behind the plastic frames.
"Dave,"
He whispers,
"Are you crying?"
"What? No! My.. Uh... My hair got in my eyes..."
"Yeah right. You're such a baby."
"This shits sad man!"
A couple in front of the two losers turn around. They hiss a loud shh at the boys' with sour looks on their faces, as if they'd just eaten a lemon each.
John glares at them a bit and Dave wipes his eyes when he thinks he isn't looking. John, obviously, sees out of the corner of his eye and shakes his head, then continues to watch the end of the movie.

After the movie finishes they move out of the cinema. People all around them chatting and recounting on the movie they had just attended.
"Man I wish I was Hawkeye."
John says, stretching his arms up and behind his back.
"And whys that? I reckon Starks cooler."
"He's just really cool. And he's really good at shooting shit,"
John puts his finger up like a gun,
"Perfect aim."
"Yeah but Starks super smart and loaded."
"All you care about is money."
"That's not true."
"Prove it. I bet you'd go for a girl with the biggest tits and the richest daddy."
"Trust me, I wouldn't."
"Yeah right."
"The person I have a crush on isn't loaded.. Well as far as I know they're not."
-OOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUCK. NOW HES GONNA ASK YOU FUCKING IDIOT!-
"Who's your crush then?"
-SEE!-
"Not telling."
"Why not?"
"Because I can't."
"Whatever."
A bell sound comes from John's pocket. He pulls out his phone and looks at it.
"Dad's on his way. Need a lift home?"
"Nah I'm gonna walk to Dirk's work. He's nearly done and bro's coming to get him."
"Okay well I need to go. See you on Monday?"
"Yeah dude."
John flashes his dorky buck teeth at Dave, and he feels his knees begin to wobble.
"See you later Dave!"
"Later bro."