I’m a Romantic-Comedy!
So I just woke up from a dream. I rarely dream, so when I dream it’s like “Yes! Dream Yeaaaaah!”. Me dreaming is about as exciting as winning $5 on a lotto ticket; You’re super-excited even thought it’s not a lot. Anyway, here it is:
I was a celebrity figure. Let me correct that, I was an unhappy celebrity figure. Normally dressed fancy, rode in a limo, owns a big house etc. But as much money as I had, it really wasn’t what I was looking for. One day, decided to go off on my own to chill as normal people do. I dawned my blue hat and puffy blue vest from a dusty trunk in the back of my closet, some reflective shades and a pair of jeans. So I grabbed a cab and told him to take me where the action wasn’t and my life really was. Strangely enough, he took me the town which I grew up (not my real town I grew up in, my celebrity self. However, there were similarities). When I offered him some cash he refused it with a smile and told me he’d catch me next time around. When I got out I glanced at the license plate it said “1C1-14NC3″; One Chance. It was odd since it wasn’t in any sort of license plate format, and stuck in my mind.
First thing I decided to do is go for a walk to find somewhere to stay for the night. I ended up deciding on a room at a Bed N Breakfast, threw my bag in there and continued walking down King St (the main street of the town). So I walked King for an hour, window shopping all the mama & papa shops along the way. Though closed since it was a Sunday, the day of rest, it was comforting seeing these stores still existed somewhere and weren’t put out of business or bought out by larger companies. As I continued I decided that I would head to an old high school buddy’s place. Last I had heard he still lived with his parents and their 92 pink flamingo lawn ornaments. So I’d head there, wasn’t too far. So I cut off King and started to head down Victoria.
As I walk down Victoria I pass some of the larger stores: Wal-Mart, The Gap, IKEA. For a Sunday, the parking lots were packed. Guess corporate machines don’t need to rest. Getting a sick feeling thinking about how I’m part of the machine, I stick my hands in my pocket and I start walking faster.
Near the end of Victoria I can start to see my old friend’s house a few blocks away, the flamingos giving off what seems to be a radioactive pink glow in the late Sunday afternoon sun. It was then that she grabbed me. This woman was about 5′7″, a little shorter then myself, had blue eyes and straight brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans, white t-shirt and a long brown coat. At first sight, I was completely shocked by not only this woman’s sudden and unexpected actions but her amazing beauty.
“There you are” she exclaimed, “I’ve been waiting here for twenty minutes now. Let me guess, no money for a cab? Figures you wouldn’t even bother to call me. Now hurry up, if we don’t get in soon we won’t get good seats.” She grabbed my hand and started walking across the parking lot towards the cinema like a track star, nearly pulling my arm from my socket.
“Oh yeah right, you just happen to be here with somebody right?” said a skinny man standing outside the movie theatre doors as he blocked our entrance, “Let this stranger go Tiffcake, don’t suck him into this. He’s probably a tourist. Is this how you want him to remember this place?”
“I told you I was waiting for somebody creep. You can ask him yourself if you don’t believe me.” Replied the woman, still holding onto my hand with enough strength to crush diamonds.
“Yeah,” I replied, still some what confused as to what was going on “I’m here with my lady friend here to see a movie there nerd boy. So I’d appreciate it if you’d step aside, seating is crucial for these things if you know what I mean.”
With a grin the woman added “Isn’t their a convention or something you should be at Ryan? I’m sure somebody is missing their dungeon master.”
Thrown off balance trying to figure out what convention he was missing, Ryan stepped out of the way as we hurried into the theatre. The place was full of flashing lights, blown up posters, holographic screens, dancing food and did I mention flashing lights?
“So uhh..’Tiffcake’ what movie are we seeing?” I asked with a snarky tone.
“Well Sugarlips,” she said as she motioned that we were still being followed by the skinny nerd boy “since you were late I think it’s only fair that it’s my choice. So we’re going to see She Wasn’t All That But She Wasn’t All Bad.”
‘A chick flick, great.’ Was the first thing that came to my mind though it was about a vampire chick, so that can be a good thing. And hey, going to see a chick flick is better then spending it with a guy who still lives with his parents; I can suck it up.
We walk up to the ticket sales booth, “Two for She Wasn’t All That But She Wasn’t All Bad on credit.” Says the woman flashing her plastic to the ticket agent, but still holding my hand but enough that I was slowly getting feeling back into it. “And don’t worry, I’ll grab the tickets, you can cover the food Babe.”
“Three Hundred and Nine Mam,” says the ticket sales woman in the most monotonic voice you’ve ever heard as she swipes the card, “Enjoy the show.”
As we walk towards the concession stand all that we hear behind us is the annoying skinny kid from outside scream “I’ll call you later Tiffcake. Hugs and Kisses” followed by a muffled “Oww my face” as the cinemas’ entrance door closed.
“I’m Tiffany, but my friends call me Tiffy” said the woman as we approached the concession stand, “feel free to call me either, just anything but Tiffcake.”
“Well Tiff, what would you like to eat? Normally popcorn is a first date treat, but I’ll let you choose” I said simply with a grin.
“First date huh? Popcorn sounds good Mysterious Stranger” Tiff replied.
“The name is Karl McKustard, but my friends call me…well I guess they just call me Karl.” I quickly replied. I couldn’t very well give this girl my real name, being a celebrity makes this far too complicated. Everything is just much easier for Karl.
“Well Karl McKustard, popcorn sounds great. Really great.”
And then I woke up. I tried getting back to sleep with no success. I may decide to continue this story later as to what I think would happen, or maybe not. We’ll see.
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