“Are these seats okay?” Reed led us to seats in a nearly empty balcony.
“Perfect.” I slipped off my jacket.
“Do you always get Twizzlers at the movies?” He sipped his soda.
“Yes. I love them, and popcorn is the worst movie theater food.”
“The worst? This I have to hear.”
“You can’t eat popcorn without getting thirsty, which means drinking a lot, which means going to the bathroom during the best scene of the movie.”
He laughed. “All right, because that isn’t the weirdest explanation ever.”
“You’re not a girl. If you have to go, you run to the men’s room for two seconds. A woman has to wait ten minutes in line.”
He laughed harder, but then he leaned in. “Are you drunk?”
“You’re funnier than usual. I was wondering if this was a post-Dylan thing, or just a drunk thing.”
“Let’s not even mention his name.”
The movie started, and I settled in my seat. I liked scary movies, but I definitely got jumpy. Thankfully, Reed was hilarious.
“Don’t go back there, idiot,” Reed whispered. “If you’re ever in a slasher movie, remember not to have sex. As soon as you take your top off, you’re toast.”
I laughed. “I’ll try to remember that.”
Even though I knew what was coming, I still jumped, grabbing onto Reed’s arm as I shrieked. He laughed as he put his arm around me. “Are you going to be able to sleep tonight?”
“Probably…with the lights on.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. Just don’t sleep naked, and you’ll be fine. You’re not a good victim if you’re not naked.”
I nudged him. “It’s really good I don’t sleep naked then.”
“I do, but it’s the girls they want naked. The slasher would probably run the other way if he saw me naked.”
Reed naked. I didn’t need to think about that.
“Are you picturing me naked, Juliet?”
“No.” Oh my god. Was I really staring that badly?
“I don’t mind. Feel free.” He looked forward again, keeping his arm around me.