My Story - 5

"You ready?"

"Yeah"

"Are you sure?"

"YES"

"Positive?"

"Would you just hand me the FREAKIN CARDS?!"

That's how me and Remy's day started. We played a little goldfish and then we went from there.

"So what do you wanna do?"

This is what Remy says while we're walking in downtown Waynesville. (By the way, we live in St. Robert, Missouri. Never heard of it? You're not the only one.)

"How about we go see a movie?"

So we walk inside the movie theater and GUESS who I see standing in line for popcorn!

Jeremy. My ex.

I grab Remy's hand and try to steer us into a different line. But it's too late, we're spotted.

"Hey,Marissa!!" My name's Marissa by the way. Marissa EllaJay Jinkins. My mom's so weird. She combined my dad's middle name and hers for mine. I'm black, Italian, French...a whole bunch of things. If I wrote what i was on a piece of paper, it'd fill up half of the page.(not joking) Now that I'm done with my little autobiography or whatever, let's get back to Jeremy. He's cute. He has light blondish, kind of butterscotch-colored hair(there's no other way to explain it) that's almost always in braids. He has dark eyes. I mean really dark, almost black. He's half white, half Mexican and is just SEXY. Like come-to-momma sexy. Okay, I'm done. Back to the story.

"Heh-ey, Jeremy." I said with a strained smile. Oh, Jeremy cheated on me. That's why I dumped him.

Jeremy got his popcorn and walked toward us. Remy slipped his hand out of mine and slid it around my waist possessively. I guess he was being protective. Remy's always protective over me. When he found out Jeremy cheated on me, he beat him up. Yeah.

"Oh," Jeremy looked at Remy's arm around my waist. "I didn't know you guys were going out."

I shook my head slightly," We aren-"

Remy's voice overlapped mine. "Are," he pulled me into him. "We are going out." I looked up at Remy. He was looking at Jeremy with a smile on his face and that same dangerous glint in his eyes like the other night.

"Cool cool. You too look good together." You could tell from the look on his face that he didn't find it cool at all. Jeremy looked right at me and said, "See you around, Ells." The nickname he used for me when we were going out. He nodded at us and walked off.

As soon as he was out of sight, I wriggled out of Remy's arms and whacked him in the head.

"OUCH!!"

"What the heck was that?!"

"I didn't want him getting any funny ideas!"

"Funny ideas??"

"You saw that look he gave you."

"WHAT LOOK" I SWEAR, Remy's freakin weird sometimes.

"The," He made a face and nodded his head. "That one."

"Uh huh. Yeah well, I missed it."

"He wanted to go back out with you. I could tell. He gave you the 'I want you' look."

"That is so retarded. You know what just forget about it. You get the popcorn and I'll get the tickets. The movies already started."

Later...

Me and Remy sat all the way in the back. We think they're the best seats in the theater. Unfortunately, we weren't the only one's who thought that. Jeremy and his DATE were two rows in front of us. KISSING!! And we're watching a horror movie. Who KISSES at a horror movie?! All of a sudden Remy takes out a handful of popcorn and THROWS it at them.

"What the fudge?!" I whisper. I push Remy down just as the two leaches turn around. We fall to the ground. Me on top. Remy on the bottom.

"What the heck is your problem?!" I slap my palms on Remy's chest. Remy's very hard chest. Nice.

"WHAT!!" He nearly yells.

I slap my hand over his lips. Very full lips. They feel soft like pillows.

"You threw popcorn at them. POPCORN!! What are you? Two??"

He shrugged. I start to get up but then he slipped his arms around my waist, holding me there. I lean down over him, putting my hands on each side of his head.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a smile in my voice.

"You know what I'm doing." And with that he kissed me. Remy Adams kissed me. So now it was me and him making out. And it was just...delicious. That's the only word to describe it. And then...

All of a sudden, this light was just shining on us. I tore my lips from Remy's and looked up. There was a guy not much older than us holding a flashlight. He had really bad acne on his face. "Children," snort" This is a movie theater, not a drive in. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

Whatever pizza-face.