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Authors: Mara White
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Maybe God left it out of me, or he forgot to put it in. I want Lucky to love me, and not in a brotherly way.
At the theatre we of course make a scene. Briana is crying again and Auntie Hemi is dumping practically her entire purse out on the floor to find her wallet. Her butt crack is exposed again for the viewing pleasure of the other eight hundred people in line. Then Hemi can’t find her debit card so Mami has to pay. Next Raymond is smoking and Hemi hits him over the head when she catches him. How stupid do you gotta be to smoke in the line standing four people back from your mom when you don’t want her to see?
Lucky groans and then laughs. I laugh with him and it feels good to commiserate. Hemi and her crew are always good for a distraction. Then we argue about the movie, because all of the kids want to see the action, but Mami says Briana is too young and that we should go to the Disney. There’s a romance that I would rather watch but I’m too shy to make a pitch for it in the deafening chaos of shouting.
In the end, the boys go to the action flick with Lucky as chaperone, because he’s the “responsible one” in the bunch. Mami, Hemi and Titi go to Disney with Annalise and Briana. I’m the only one who gets a ticket for the romance. Then in line for the concession everybody starts arguing again. I separate from the group to go watch the big screen trailers on the far wall. I’m about to duck into my theater when Lucky spots me. He’s carrying a large container of popcorn and already chowing down with one hand.
“Hey, Belén, where you going?”
“I’m going to see this one,” I say. Where the hell has he been?
“Alone?” he asks and it’s loud enough for a few people to turn their heads.
“Yes, alone.” Okay, I’m a loser. But I rarely get to go to the movies and I’d like to see one that I’m actually interested in.
“What is it?” Lucky asks, screwing up his face like he’s confused.
“A romance,” I say. “Chick flick, girl movie. You wouldn’t like it.”
“Hold up, let me get these losers settled and then I’ll come and find you.” He says it so casually, as if we were all the way back to normal.
I feel the rush of excitement go from my heart to my head. It moves so fast that I might pass out—either that or keel over from a heart attack. Act normal. Don’t pee yourself. He felt bad because you were going alone. Calm down, it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a movie, not an engagement or a proclamation of love. But see, that’s the problem, everything means something to me and it all means nothing to him. I’m just his kid cousin and he probably already forgot that he kissed me a couple of years ago.
He takes forever to come over and I begin to think he’s ditched. I even sat at the back, far away from everyone, to make sure he couldn’t miss me. I have to put my glasses on so I can see the screen. The previews are good. I would see every one of these films.
“Belén!” I hear him shout, short and clipped, followed by a whistle. A whistle I know from my grandfather’s farm in Santiago. A whistle that our moms would use when we stayed out too late on the playground or got lost in the grocery store. I simply raise my hand and he beelines toward me.
“Excuse me, excuse me,” he says as he steps over the only other two people in the row. He leans a bit and spills some of the popcorn. I laugh at him and my smile is so big because I’m overflowing with happiness at the thought of sitting next to him, just getting to spend time with him.
“Glasses, huh?” he says when he reaches me.
“Subtitles. It’s in French, I forgot to tell you,” I whisper. Lucky plops hard into the seat; it bounces and more popcorn spills out of the tub.
“You gotta be shitting me.”
“Nope,” I say, barely containing my smile.
The movie is beautiful. It’s breathtakingly romantic. About true love and two people who are totally crazy, head over heels for one another.
At the theatre we of course make a scene. Briana is crying again and Auntie Hemi is dumping practically her entire purse out on the floor to find her wallet. Her butt crack is exposed again for the viewing pleasure of the other eight hundred people in line. Then Hemi can’t find her debit card so Mami has to pay. Next Raymond is smoking and Hemi hits him over the head when she catches him. How stupid do you gotta be to smoke in the line standing four people back from your mom when you don’t want her to see?
Lucky groans and then laughs. I laugh with him and it feels good to commiserate. Hemi and her crew are always good for a distraction. Then we argue about the movie, because all of the kids want to see the action, but Mami says Briana is too young and that we should go to the Disney. There’s a romance that I would rather watch but I’m too shy to make a pitch for it in the deafening chaos of shouting.
In the end, the boys go to the action flick with Lucky as chaperone, because he’s the “responsible one” in the bunch. Mami, Hemi and Titi go to Disney with Annalise and Briana. I’m the only one who gets a ticket for the romance. Then in line for the concession everybody starts arguing again. I separate from the group to go watch the big screen trailers on the far wall. I’m about to duck into my theater when Lucky spots me. He’s carrying a large container of popcorn and already chowing down with one hand.
“Hey, Belén, where you going?”
“I’m going to see this one,” I say. Where the hell has he been?
“Alone?” he asks and it’s loud enough for a few people to turn their heads.
“Yes, alone.” Okay, I’m a loser. But I rarely get to go to the movies and I’d like to see one that I’m actually interested in.
“What is it?” Lucky asks, screwing up his face like he’s confused.
“A romance,” I say. “Chick flick, girl movie. You wouldn’t like it.”
“Hold up, let me get these losers settled and then I’ll come and find you.” He says it so casually, as if we were all the way back to normal.
I feel the rush of excitement go from my heart to my head. It moves so fast that I might pass out—either that or keel over from a heart attack. Act normal. Don’t pee yourself. He felt bad because you were going alone. Calm down, it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a movie, not an engagement or a proclamation of love. But see, that’s the problem, everything means something to me and it all means nothing to him. I’m just his kid cousin and he probably already forgot that he kissed me a couple of years ago.
He takes forever to come over and I begin to think he’s ditched. I even sat at the back, far away from everyone, to make sure he couldn’t miss me. I have to put my glasses on so I can see the screen. The previews are good. I would see every one of these films.
“Belén!” I hear him shout, short and clipped, followed by a whistle. A whistle I know from my grandfather’s farm in Santiago. A whistle that our moms would use when we stayed out too late on the playground or got lost in the grocery store. I simply raise my hand and he beelines toward me.
“Excuse me, excuse me,” he says as he steps over the only other two people in the row. He leans a bit and spills some of the popcorn. I laugh at him and my smile is so big because I’m overflowing with happiness at the thought of sitting next to him, just getting to spend time with him.
“Glasses, huh?” he says when he reaches me.
“Subtitles. It’s in French, I forgot to tell you,” I whisper. Lucky plops hard into the seat; it bounces and more popcorn spills out of the tub.
“You gotta be shitting me.”
“Nope,” I say, barely containing my smile.
The movie is beautiful. It’s breathtakingly romantic. About true love and two people who are totally crazy, head over heels for one another.
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