A Heartfelt Moment

I can sense Knox's racing heart as he grips harder onto the theatre seat. We're only halfway through the movies and I've already finished the large bag of popcorn and both of our drinks, I've even taken some of Keita's as well. He was surprisingly joyful that I was willing to take some of his root beer. About three people have died already, all of them were gruesome deaths that even horrified me a bit.

There's a deafening shriek followed by blood splattering all over the place, Knox closes his eyes and Keita snickers a bit because of it. Discreetly, he takes my hand and squeezes it. Once I look over he moves closer to me and whispers, "Can we step outside?"

I glance at his family who are all watching us, then look back to him and nod, "Yeah, sure."

We slowly get out of our seats, I'm assuming that his family must've heard what he said because neither of them asked where we were going. A few heads turn as we make our way down the steps, but nobody actually acknowledges us. There's a booming gunshot as we finally step out of the dark room and enter back into the light of the rest of the theatre. Knox hasn't let go of my hand yet, not until we reach a large windowsill that overlooks the parking lot.

We take a seat down on the sill together and he stares out the window while I focus more on him. He seems to have calmed down a bit, he's more distracted if anything. "Is everything okay?" I finally ask him, my voice is low and remorseful.

"Hm?" He peers over to me and smiles. "Yeah of course, it just felt a little crowded in there and I needed some air."

"Is that the only reason?" I ask, showing a coy grin.

He lets out a breath of laughter, smiling brightly, "I wasn't scared."

"Explain that to your racing heart," I raise an eyebrow and point to his chest. "It was going so fast that I could even sense it, I didn't even have to touch you."

"That wasn't because of the movie," He smirks, turning his attention back to the window. His heart rate picks up a bit again, I can see it subtly beating through his chest.

"Then what was it about?" I sit up, moving a little closer to him. His heart begins to speed even more, his shirt clearly moves rapidly as he chooses to ignore it.

"Don't worry about it," His smirk grows wider, making me want to hug him.

I'm not sure why his smile makes me feel this way, but he's my best friend, so I don't see a reason to hold back. Moving closer to him, I wrap my arms around him. He flinches for a moment but soon returns the hug. He holds me tight and we stay that way for nearly a minute. Just sitting there in silence.

We eventually break the hug but remain close to each other, our eyes lock and smiles match. "What was that for?" He asks, his smile making me want to give him another one of those long hugs.

I shrug, not moving any further away from him, "I don't know, I just felt like it."

He chuckles a bit, my face starts to burn a bit and I move back, sitting across from him on the sill once again. "Well thank you, I needed that more than I knew."

"Wanna go back in?" I nod towards the entrance of the theatre. Though I personally would love to stay out here, in this moment, with him.

He shakes his head and a burst of joy shoots through me, "No, not yet."

"Okay," I whisper and we both stare out of the large window, down to the vast parking lot filled with cars coming in and out. A child holds a bag of goodies as his mother carries him to the car. A pair exit the building, holding hands all the way to the bus stop. A father holds a stuffed animal for his daughter, the cheerfulness on both of their faces reminds me of my father and I. I miss father/daughter days, they were the best when I was younger. I remember one summer day when my family was camping, we were all gonna go fishing together, but mom ended up staying up too late the night before and was too tired. She told us that we could go on without her while she gets some extra sleep and when we got back we'll go swimming at the beach nearby. The next few hours while dad and I were on the lake were some of the best hours of my life. I wish I could go back in time and live that moment again. Just like how I don't want to leave this moment right now.

"Hey, is everything okay with you two?" Keita asks as he walks over to us, ruining this heartfelt moment. "Did something happen?"

"No," Knox mouths, slowly getting up off of the windowsill. He doesn't look upset or mad that his brother interrupted the moment, he seems more like he's happy that it happened. He gazes back to me, a kind smile on his face, "Everything is perfectly fine."

Keita glances between us, a questioning look on his face as he attempts to figure out exactly how much happened. "Um okay, well mom is a little upset that you guys aren't even watching the movie." A look of fear starts to form on Knox's face. "So I'd say it would be best to get back inside now."

As we start to walk back to the dark room, I ask Keita, "Did she send you in to get us?"

He smirks and shakes his head, "No, I made the excuse of needing to go to the bathroom. She was mumbling about how upset she was, so I decided to go and warn you guys."

I let out a soft laugh, "Thank you."

He stops outside of the room and salutes, "No problem. I'll be coming back in a few minutes, that way she doesn't know that I warned you guys."

Knox and I go back into the giant, dark room. A bloody scream blares through all of the speakers, except this time Knox doesn't seem to show any amount of fear. I guess that he really wasn't scared by the movie, so why was his heart racing so much?