Shadowhunter imagines and preferences

Jace*Theatre

Working at a movie theatre wasn't the worst job I've ever had. We got free popcorn, one free movie a month and had a family and friends discount. Sure, snot nose tweens and irritating families were a pain to serve and deal with but it sure was better than serving fries to them. A lot less grease.

So on weekends and 2 nights a week I would serve popcorn and drinks, take customers money for tickets, and some unfortunate times...clean the theatres. It wasn't glamorous but it was better than toilet duty.

I worked with another teenager, Clare, who hated having to clean the theatres. It took longer to clean the theatre than the toilet so we had a deal, she did the toilets while I did the theatre. This meant I wasn't behind the counter as long as he so fewer people. Yay!

Were meant to wait 5 minutes after the credits to go in to clean up. By that point pretty much everyone is gone apart from a few 'intimate' couples, depending on the film. As I wheeled the trolley into the large room I thought I heard something but brushed it off.

I sorted out the small hallway leading into the theatre and wheeled my trolley into the main part. I glanced over the cinema to see the carnage. It was pretty normal; popcorn spilt everywhere, empty drink cans and bottles, some forgotten items and such. However, as I looked further up the seats I saw this wasn't going to be a normal night. "The films finished sir. You need to leave." I called over to the man hunched over in his seat.

I could see him stiffen but he didn't move. I sighed and began walking up to him. he was in the luxury seating part so I already didn't want to deal with him. Last time I had to talk to someone in that section it was a family of 5 with a snotty mother and bratty kids who thought they were better than me. "Sir, you need to leave." I crossed my arms and stood at the end of the row.

Because I was this close I could hear him better now. He was crying, sobbing even. "Dude, you ok?" My voice went from annoyed to concerned but uncomfortable. It's not often I have to deal with crying men. I walked closer to him and sat a couple seats away from him.

He looked up but kept looking forward. He swallowed hard. "Um, yeah. This is, well, embarrassing." He stuttered out, rubbing the back of his neck. I cocked an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Tears still poured down his face but he was furiously rubbing them away as they fell. "Sometimes I hate movies."

"Wait, what film is this?"

"Um, fault in our stars?" It came out more of a question but I understood.

I looked him over properly. He was in his late teens with golden hair. I couldn't really see his eyes since he was looking away from me. He was definitely fit. He wore all black and had tats on his neck. Runes.

My brothers a werewolf so I know about the shadow world but I'm not randomly going to say that. "I get it. John Green may be amazing but sometimes I want to punch him for that ending." Seeing his confusion I added. "It was a book before a movie. You should read it sometime."

"Maybe." I stood up and dusted my butt off. Someone had left popcorn in the seat I sat in. "I guess I should go..." He spoke slowly.

"Yeah." I began walking back to the trolley. "I need to do a deep clean tonight."

"Why?"

"This was the last movie in this theatre, so it needs to be 'spotless' for tomorrow." I began to pick up the empty tubs and cans from the front row, tossing them into the trash bag attached to my trolley.

As he was leaving he turned back and said. "Hey, just so you know I don't normally, well..."

"Cry alone at chick flicks for teenage girls? Sure" I teased, a smile on my lips. "I believe you." He ducked his head and left. I had to laugh slightly.