Your Hand In Mine

Shit. Why couldn't I be a tidy person? It wasn't like my apartment wasn't a complete wreck, but it could have been cleaner. I quickly tried to put a few things away and shift stuff around, but it just wasn't working. "Sorry, it's a tad messy," I told him, slightly embarrassed that there was stuff all over the place.

He looked around. "It isn't a problem. Your place make mine look like a tornado 'it," he told, trying his best to make me feel less embarrassed.

"So, if I recall, I get to pick the movie. Where are they at?" Kris asked me.

I pointed to the shelves on the wall next to my TV. "Right there." He looked to the wall, then back to me with wide eyes. "Um.. I like movies?" I laughed nervously. Nervously, what?

"You are not kidding," he said and walked towards the wall to pick out a movie. "I might be 'ere for a while."

"Probably, but take your time," I told him as I walked into the kitchen, looking for some popcorn. Great. It's not in the cabinet on the left of the fridge, or the right. Not in the one by my seven boxes of cereal. Yes, I had a whole cabinet just for cereal. It wasn't even in my junk food drawer. What is this? I always had popcorn, always.

"Hey, Kris?" No answer. "Kris?" Where'd he go? I'm sure I would have heard him leav-

"I am still looking for a movie. You need somet'ing?" I heard him call. I walked back to where I left him. "'ouse of Wax.. 30 Days of Night.. Saw 1,2,3,4,5, and 6.. The 'angover.. My Bloody Valentine 3D. This is insane," he mumbled to himself. He turned to me and pointed to the shelves. "That is intense. You are the only girl I know that 'as a 'ole wall just for movie, and scary one at that, which is really different."

I laughed at what he said. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"No," he said quickly. "I like that you are different. And I would rather watch all of these blood and gut movie instead of those lovey dovey one," he told me and made a disgusted face when he brought up the romantic movies. Most guys get freaked out and look at me strange when I tell them I like horror movies. That was sweet of him to say, though--that I'm different, in a good way.

"So, if I told you I wanted to watch Titanic or The Notebook, you wouldn't watch it with me?" I challenged him. Those movies are, like, two of the four 'lovey dovey' movies I own.

"'ell no," he said. "Those movie make me cry, and I can not let a girl see me cry. You would probably tell the guy, and they would torture me for life. In fact, I am tearing up just thinking about those movie," he joked and started to sniffle. "If you really, really, wanted to watch one of them, then oui, I would watch it with you. But I'm picking the movie this time, remember?"

"Well, hurry up then," I said and started to turn back around. "Oh, yeah," I turned back around, again, to face him. "I don't have any popcorn," I said with a frown.

"It's okay. I am not very 'ungry anyway," he said with a slight smile.

"Are you sure? Because I can run down the street and pick some up real quick."

"Nah, it's okay."

"Okay. So, did you find a movie yet?"

"Yeah, is Signs okay?" I'm like deathly afraid of that movie. It's not even that scary, either, but I just hate it, and I don't know why.

"Uh. Sure. Here, let me put it in," I said. He handed it over to me, and I put it in the DVD player then sat on the couch next to Kris. I made sure I wasn't too close to him, though. I didn't want him to get the idea that I wanted to be more than friends. But I didn't sit on the other side of the world, either. We were a.. friendly distant apart, I guess.

The opening credits came on the TV and so did the music. I covered my ears. I looked at Kris and saw his mouth moving, but no sounds were coming out, and he had a bit of a concerned look on his face. I took my hands away from ears for a moment. "Sorry, what'd you say?"

"I ask if you were alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just hate this music." And when you can hear the aliens talk through the baby monitors, and the fact that it takes place in Pennsylvania, and that the little boy almost dies, and that their dogs die, and when Mel Gibson chops off the alien's creepy fingers. I shivered.

"Positive?"

"Yep," I smiled, and we sat in silence, watching the movie.

"There's a monster outside my room, can I have a glass of water?" Bo, from the movie asked her dad. I quickly shut my eyes because in a split second Mel Gibson was going to look out the window, and the alien would be on the roof.

I heard Kris laugh, so I playfully hit his arm.

"'ey," he said, holding his arm. "I thought you said you didn't pillow watch."

"I don't. It's just this movie. It.. something about it just scares me. I can watch any movie without shutting my eyes once, except this one."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Why don't I pick another one then?"

"No, it's okay, really. I'll man up and watch it."

He laughed a little. "If you say so..," he said, and we watched the movie in silence until we got to the birthday party scene.

For any of you haven't seen this movie, here's what goes down: this little boy in Mexico or something is having a birthday party, obviously, and then they look out the back window and see this green figure--the alien--come out of their bushes and run across an alley. Then the freaking news channel rewinds it and plays it in slow motion, which creeps me out even more.

I closed my eyes right before they showed it, but I made the mistake of sliding my fingers apart and peaking through them to look at the screen; I just couldn't resist watching. I caught the whole birthday party, well, I guess it would be considered a fiesta since they're in Mexico, but that's not the point.

"Holy shit!" I yelled and jumped a little. I heard Kris laugh and I sent him a glare.

He tried to cover it up with a cough. "Désolé."

We got back into the movie, and the only other times I shut my eyes was when the alien guy grabs Morgan when he's leaning up against the coal shoot and when he's holding him and poisoning him. Kris even hid behind his fingers when they showed the close up of the creepy creature. It was my turn to laugh at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You laugh at me for not looking, and now you're doing the same thing."

"But this is kind of disturbing," he said, motioning towards the movie.

"I told you," I smiled.

A few minutes after our little conversation, the movie ended and that stupid music started playing again.

"I got it," Kris said and stood up to take out the DVD.

"Thanks, you're the best!"

"I know," he said, and we started to laugh.

"You want to watch another one? It's only eight. But if you want to head home that's cool, too," I told him. I hoped he didn't have to go, he was such a nice guy, and I liked being around him.

"Yeah, I would love to," he replied with a happy tone.

"Okay," I said with a big smile. "But I'm picking the movie this time, got it?"

"Be my guest."

I looked through all of my movies for about five minutes until I finally found one. Friday the 13th. I pulled if off of the shelve and tossed it to Kris. "This one good with you?"

"Oui, this movie is 'ilarious, and gross," he told me with a smile, and then tossed the case back to me. I put the DVD in and hit play.

"I'm warning you now, I'm going to quote lines. They're just too funny not to," I said.

"Don't worry, I will, too."

The movie started and one of the very first parts was when the girl cut off Jason's mom's head with a machete. "A machete? Come on. A fork would 'ave been cooler. No, I got it. Those fork and spoon, but they are combine into one. They are at some fast food place. What are they call again?" Kris commented.

"Those would be called sporks. I really want a whole set of them, too. But being decapitated by a spork would be pretty sick. Good thinking."

"Why thank you."

"You are most certainly welcome."

Ten minutes into the movie, there's a freaking sex scene--my favorite. Please note the sarcasm. "Gross," I mumbled.

"Seriously," I heard Kris say. At least this guy isn't drooling over this girl's boobs.

"Huh, I'm surprised your mouth isn't hanging wide open at the sight of her."

"Eh, she could be 'otter," he said with a smirk. "Just kidding. I am not a sex-craze guy, like all the other guy." Well, he sure is different. It's a nice change. Most guys are constantly thinking about sex--how to get it, when to get it, who to get it from, was she good or not, would they bang her again. Blah blah blah.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really, really," he said and shot me a smile.

We got to the scene where the whole group stops at the gas station. "Oh my God. Babies have more space in the uterus," I said at the same time Chewie did. He was my favorite person in the movie.

"You ask the one black guy to pump the gas for you? Shit," Kris said right before the black guy in the movie did. "'ow about I pay, you pump?"

"Sure, man. Hey, I give a wicked blow job, too," I said.

"Okay, well, um, we'll try that out later," Kris said and we cracked up. To most people, it would have been an awkward situation, but it wasn't to us. We somehow both knew that that wasn't going to be taking place anytime soon.

A few minutes later the black guy, Lawrence, I think, was getting out of the car and one of the girls asked him if he liked rap.

"Why you gotta go racial? Look, don't put me in a box, alright? What, just because I'm black I can't listen to Green Day?" Kris said, trying to sound black. It wasn't working for him.

"You're right, that was dumb. So, what kind of music?" I said.

"Rap."

"This movie is pretty funny," I stated out loud.

"Agreed."

There was some more funny lines, but neither of us seemed to know the exact words, so we just laughed.

"Are you kidding? I have a better shot at fucking a penguin than that girl," both of us said along with Chewie.

"Ah! This is the best part!" I told Kris.

"I know," he chuckled. Trent flipped out on Chewie for breaking his precious chair.

"They don't call me the 'wood wizard' because I masturbate a lot," Kris said right before Chewie did.

"Sure," I dragged out the word and Kris shook his head at me.

Chewie walked down to Trent's shed and said something about poor people calling it a home. He went inside and found a hockey stick and started to mess around. "You're even curved to the left, like my penis," Kris quoted. I shot him a look. "It's really not, I swear. You can check if you want," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me, but obviously kidding around. I laughed anyway.

Then Chewie turned around and saw Jason.

"Are you looking for this? Because, uh, it completes your outfit," I said.

Nothing funny really happened after Jason killed Chewie. He was, after all, the funniest person in the movie. The black guy died, and Trent and some girl fucked--uh, barf. Then the girl he fucked, she died. Then Trent dies. Next, Clay and Jenna find Whitney. Jenna dies. And finally, Jason dies. Well, sort of, not really. They shove him in a wood chipper, then toss him in the lake, but then he comes back to life. Then the movie ends.

"There has to be a Saturday the 14th, there just has to be," I said as I turned to Kris.

"I know. It does not make any sense. 'e should 'ave been dead when they jammed 'is face into the blade then stab 'im with the machete. But no, 'e come back to life. Ridiculous."

"Yeah," I said through a yawn.

He picked up his phone off of the coffee table and looked at it. "Damn, it's almost midnight. I'm going to 'ead 'ome, I 'ave practice tomorrow at ten."

"Jeesh. That must suck."

"Eh, it don't really mind it," he said, starting to stand up.

I got up, too, and we started walking towards the door. "Well, I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow," I said.

"Yeah, I will text you," he said and leaned in a little and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Alo'a."

"See ya, Kris," I smiled and he walked out. I shut the door and put my hand on the spot he had placed his lips. Could somebody please tell me why the hell I felt this tingly feeling where his lips were when I didn't want to be more than friends?

Despite yawning a few minutes ago, I wasn't very tired, so I decided to take a little field trip. I threw on a pair of shoes and started walking to the store a few blocks away that was open twenty-four seven.

A leaf blew across the sidewalk a foot in front of me, and that's when I noticed I had two different shoes on. I laughed, how the hell did I manage this? Whatever. I was almost at the store, and I could care less if people thought a blind person had dressed me.

"Hey, Brian," I greeted the cashier I had known since I first moved into my apartment, which was when I started college.

"Hey girl! Um, hold up. You do know you have two different shoes on. You'd be under arrest if I was the fashion police. That's a shame, Shane." To clear up any confusion, yes, he's gay. He's not ashamed to admit it, though, and he takes gay jokes quite well. He's into fashion, big time. His wardrobe consists of v-necks, skinny jeans, sweaters and some feminine stuff. This guy was a pretty good friend, though. He let me vent to him and gave advice. He didn't criticize people seriously and didn't think he was better than everyone else, unlike Alexa. We texted quite often, but I wasn't as good as friends with him as I was with Lex.

"Yeah, I noticed that when I was walking here. But whatever, it's not the end of the world. I'm going to pick up a few things, then we can talk for a bit, okay?"

"Sure thang, babe," he replied, and I walked off, shaking my head. I got some popcorn, a few bottles of iced tea, Scooby snacks, and some apples. Brian rang it all up and the total came to nineteen dollars and forty-six cents, and I handed him a twenty.

"So, how have you been lately?" I asked.

"Good, I met this guy. He's super cute, like gorgeous. You'd love him. Nothing much other than that. What about you?"

"Well.. I met a guy, too."

"OhmyGod. You're kidding, right? What's he look like? He's cute, right? Well, of course, he's gotta be adorable. He got a good personality? Is he tall? What color are his eyes? Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"Calm down, would you? You're not going to believe me, but I met Kris Letang at the park the other day." He let out a little squeal, much like Max, but Brian's was more.. that was the way he actually squealed and yelled.

"Shane! This is so exciting! You're like, in love with the Penguins! Did you meet them?"

"Yeah, I met them yesterday, and they're really nice. So is Kris. You have to meet him," I said.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, they won't judge you or anything. They're cool guys."

"Okay, I'm so in. So, do you like, like Kris?" he said, calming down.

"As a friend, nothing more."

"Oh puh-lease," he said and rolled his eyes. "You're going to fall in love with him, I know it. You just wait."

"I doubt it. But I'm going to get going, I'm starting to get a little sleepy. I'll text you and let you know when you can meet them, okay?"

"Okay, honey. Don't forget, though. If you do, we're going shopping, and I know how much you love that."

"Oh, I won't. Bye, Brian."

"Bye, Shane," he said and blew me a kiss. I walked out the door and started my trek back home. I noticed that the city was pretty much lifeless, but then again, it was past twelve at night.

I got home, put all of my groceries away, got a shower, shut off the lights, closed my curtains, and hit the sack.