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>>68297175
>A movie. I'm taking the half-breed to a movie. I tap my foot angrily at myself. I'm gonna have to hit up the internet to see if there's a way to quell that stupid voice in my head that drowns out all thought the moment I see her.
>Perking at his own mention my teenage hormones fire up the old projector and display a bunch of movie scenes of couples kissing in a theater with mine and Amber's faces plastered over the actors. It's nice. I hate it.
>I shake my head to try and regain focus. She'll be here soon. I stare down at the sidewalk. Primal Jack starts to try to fire up images of what she might be wearing to our date. He's cut off as I hear her clear her throat.
>She's in her normal casual outfit. Tee, jacket, jeans. Almost instantly I feel my IQ dampen.
>"Hiya, Amber."
>"Hey Jack. You ready?" I nod along and turn to walk with her. My heart almost jumps out of my chest as she grabs my hand as we go.
>I stare over to see her blushing a bit. Right, couples hold hands. Her wonderfully soft scales fit my hand like two puzzle pieces. I can't even muster up any backhanded comment. This is a disaster.
>We walk hand-in-hand over to the counter, getting tickets to some summer comedy movie. A nice neutral ground. Probably some generic slop meant for the lowest common denominator.
>We walk in and I'm struck with a wave of embarrassment. I notice a few eyes linger as we walk. Oh god I'm being seen in public with her of all people.
>We enter the dark room and find it mostly empty. It's been in theaters for a few weeks now, we're catching the tail-end.
>We find a nice quiet spot near the back center to settle into. My hand is returned to me and I wish it hadn't. I bite the inside of my mouth.
>The preamble ads play loudly and obnoxiously as I notice movement from the corner of my eye.
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>A movie. I'm taking the half-breed to a movie. I tap my foot angrily at myself. I'm gonna have to hit up the internet to see if there's a way to quell that stupid voice in my head that drowns out all thought the moment I see her.
>Perking at his own mention my teenage hormones fire up the old projector and display a bunch of movie scenes of couples kissing in a theater with mine and Amber's faces plastered over the actors. It's nice. I hate it.
>I shake my head to try and regain focus. She'll be here soon. I stare down at the sidewalk. Primal Jack starts to try to fire up images of what she might be wearing to our date. He's cut off as I hear her clear her throat.
>She's in her normal casual outfit. Tee, jacket, jeans. Almost instantly I feel my IQ dampen.
>"Hiya, Amber."
>"Hey Jack. You ready?" I nod along and turn to walk with her. My heart almost jumps out of my chest as she grabs my hand as we go.
>I stare over to see her blushing a bit. Right, couples hold hands. Her wonderfully soft scales fit my hand like two puzzle pieces. I can't even muster up any backhanded comment. This is a disaster.
>We walk hand-in-hand over to the counter, getting tickets to some summer comedy movie. A nice neutral ground. Probably some generic slop meant for the lowest common denominator.
>We walk in and I'm struck with a wave of embarrassment. I notice a few eyes linger as we walk. Oh god I'm being seen in public with her of all people.
>We enter the dark room and find it mostly empty. It's been in theaters for a few weeks now, we're catching the tail-end.
>We find a nice quiet spot near the back center to settle into. My hand is returned to me and I wish it hadn't. I bite the inside of my mouth.
>The preamble ads play loudly and obnoxiously as I notice movement from the corner of my eye.
cont.