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black rims. It
reminded me of a car Batman would drive as he fought viciously
against his attackers in Gotham.
    “Nice ride,” Mike remarked, eyeing the
car from front to back.
    “Thanks,” Kellan replied as he opened
the passenger door for me. Mike shot him a look of discouragement,
but he didn’t acknowledge the expression as he closed the door
behind me.
    The drive across the street took less
than three minutes, the majority of which we were stuck waiting on
a light to change. This time Mike opened the door for me and took
my hand to help me out, though it really wasn’t necessary. I
immediately broke contact once I was out though, again it felt
wrong. We each bought our tickets and headed into the
theatre.
    As we entered the theatre, reality hit
me. Darting back and forth with my eyes, I realized that the guy,
my boyfriend, who liked me would be on one side of me, and the guy
I was increasingly liking more than my boyfriend would be on the
other side of me. I stifled a groan as we took our seats in the
upper rows.
    The movie was just as obdurate as I
feared. I did scream a few times; Kellan laughed and Mike took my
hand to comfort me. Mid-way through the movie Mike put his arm
around me at which Kellan again chuckled. I was able to shrug it
off towards the end but that didn’t erase the uncomfortable vibe of
the situation.
    I was struggling, fighting internally.
I liked Mike, but couldn’t determine if I actually liked him as
anything more than a friend. The more time I spent with Kellan,
regardless of communication, I felt less and less inclined to Mike.
I didn’t want to share any physical touches with him in front of
Kellan. I was questioning my motives behind that one. I felt
obligated to be loyal to Mike because he was my first boyfriend; he
was the first guy to acknowledge that I was beautiful, but I was
only using him if I couldn’t reciprocate the gesture.
    It was still early so we strolled
across the street to the mall. Naturally we ended up in a
bookstore, Books-A-Million to be exact. Kellan and I browsed books
quietly while Mike flipped through car magazines. Mike was
identical to Mel; he wasn’t comfortable with silence and often
forced conversation, however, Kellan was serene with silence which
made me less anxious with him.
    Ten minutes into browsing Mike came
over to us.
    "Hey babe, you want to go down to
FYE?" He threw his thumb in the air towards the general direction
of the store.
    "Um…" I looked at Kellan to see if he
wanted to leave yet. He nodded once in agreement so I turned back
to Mike. "Sure. Let's go."
    Mike led the way; I wandered shortly
behind him and Kellan walked beside me in synch. As we approached
the exit, we all filed side by side to saunter towards FYE. I still
felt uncomfortable and constantly being between the guys made it
worse.
    The store was a short distance from
Books-A-Million but Mike intended to make the most of the trip.
Seconds after leaving the bookstore, he reached over to clasp my
hand. He entangled our fingers delicately and gave me a small
squeeze. It felt nice, yet wrong. This unexplained anxiety surged
through me as I glanced up at him. He turned in that precise moment
to beam a smile at me as we continued walking.
    I turned my attention to Kellan, who
was parallel at my side with his hands tucked in his pockets. I
wanted to reach out and take his hand, but resisted the urge,
unsure of what his reaction would be. Looking at him made me feel
guilty; I was forcing him into the third wheel role I remembered so
fondly.
    I was instantly relieved when we
arrived at our destination. I freed my hand and started browsing.
Mike headed towards the rock/punk section while Kellan and I
flipped through movie soundtracks.
    "What kind of music do you like?" he
asked, breaking our silent streak.
    "I listen to pretty much anything; it
depends on what mood I'm in as to what I listen to." I never
followed the mainstream music scene diligently.
    "And what are you in the mood