Post by honeywheeler on Sept 2, 2009 3:32:53 GMT -5
“So what are we seeing?”
There’s no answer to Kris’s question. He looks over his shoulder to where Adam is standing, his head tilted back as he stares at the marquee. His jaw is slack and he looks confused, nothing at all like the glittery, self-assured creature Adam usually looks like.
“Adam?” Kris prompts. “What are we seeing?” Adam’s head lolls down to look at Kris, but his expression stays bewildered.
“I can’t deciiiiide,” he whines and plucks the fabric of his shirt away from his body to circulate air against his skin. It’s hot as blazes out here. Kris was in California just long enough that the humidity of the rest of the country has been a rude shock every time he’s stepped outside since the show in Arizona.
“I could have financed and filmed a movie by now,” he tells Adam impatiently. “Just pick something.” Adam still deliberates, scowling at the movie titles and tapping a finger against his chin.
“If you don’t pick something right now, I am going to make you sit through Aliens in the Attic and I won’t even feel bad about it,” Kris warns. Adam makes a face in his direction, then moves up to the ticket window.
“Two for The Informant, please,” he tells the bored-looking teenager sitting behind the glass. Kris reaches for his wallet in his back pocket, but Adam waves him off. “You can buy me popcorn,” he says.
The chilled air in the lobby is a relief after standing outside. Kris stops, soaks in it for a minute. It’s a good thing he’s going to be in LA for a while. He’s not sure he can handle Arkansas weather anymore. He’s gotten soft. Adam pokes his back, gently pushing him towards the concession stand.
“Diet Coke, extra large, salt on the popcorn but no butter.”
“Yes sir,” Kris says with a mock salute. Adam heads off towards the bathroom and Kris buys their food, marveling as always at how much a lousy soda costs. He’s still grumbling about it when Adam emerges from the bathroom to take his soda and skim a handful of popcorn off the top.
“What are you muttering about?” he asks.
“Extortion,” Kris says, throwing a pointed glare at the cashier’s back. Adam rolls his eyes. He always thinks it’s ridiculous when Kris complains about how much things cost.
“You’re famous now, you can afford a three dollar soda,” he says.
“It was FOUR dollars, thank you very much,” Kris retorts. He trails after Adam into the theater. It’s mostly deserted. Kids are heading back to school, people are at work. Summer’s almost over. It makes him a little sad to think about it. He feels like it’s the last week of summer camp and everyone’s going back to their lives soon. And everyone says they’ll call, they promise to write, but no one ever really does. They pick two seats right in the middle. Adam reaches over to grab the popcorn as soon as Kris gets settled.
“Why so gloomy, Gus?” he asks, nudging Kris with his elbow. The handful of popcorn that he shoves into his mouth is too big entirely, kernels of it drop from his hand and scatter across his shirt. Kris suddenly has a weird feeling – happy and sad at the same time – he likes that he gets to see this Adam instead of just the one with eye shadow and leather jackets and perfect hair. It’s like some weird privilege, somehow.
“I dunno,” he shrugs. “Just sad about the tour ending soon, I guess. Everything going back to normal.”
“I hate to break it to you, but it’s not exactly going to be normal,” Adam laughs.
“No, I know.” The previews start and Adam turns to face the screen, his profile illuminated by a greenish glow. After a second, Kris turns his head back to look at the screen too, but he’s not really seeing anything. Three more previews go by and the screen is telling them to turn off their cell phones when speaks again.
“I’m just going to miss it all,” he says quietly, even though there’s no one within fifteen rows of them. Adam looks over, raises his eyebrows in question. “You know, the tour, the bus, everyone. You.” Adam grins at that.
“Are you kidding, I’m gonna be at your house every night so you and your wife can cook me dinner,” he says. Kris laughs, grabs a handful of popcorn and tosses it at Adam’s face.
“Remind me not to give you my address,” he says.
“I’ll find you,” Adam tells him. “I’m just that good. Now shhh, the movie’s on.”
Kris mimes zipping his lips and turns back to the screen. He slouches down in his seat to watch the movie, Adam’s arm warm along his from shoulder to elbow. Summer’s not over quite yet, at least.
Also awwww, sniffle, I love this so much: "Kris suddenly has a weird feeling – happy and sad at the same time – he likes that he gets to see this Adam instead of just the one with eye shadow and leather jackets and perfect hair. It’s like some weird privilege, somehow." <33333333333