Movies with Miranda

The smell of someone who’s overdone it on the cologne is what people would have got a whiff of when Mark walked down the staircase on Friday Night, waiting to meet up with Miranda.

Their movie date that wasn’t really a date was awaiting him. He met Miranda in the common room, she was dressed casually but still lovely as usual. Tight blue jeans and a black jacket. Her cleavage was visible but not like usual.

“Hey Mark, you ready to get going?” she said smiling.

“Yeah sounds good, I’m happy to drive us.”

As they walked out of the East Hall, they ran into Winter coming back in.

This wasn’t ideal. Mark really liked both of these busty college girls but from the few interactions they had with each other, the girls didn’t get along.

They stopped at the front of the building in almost something that resembled a bit of a showdown. Winter was dressing in casual night clothes, a loose pair of track pants and a dark hoodie. Her impressive rack standing out underneath her clothing. Winter gave Miranda a bit of a dirty look, raising her eyebrows before turning her attention to Mark.

“Hey Mark, forgot to tell you but if you’re free tonight, I’ve got a small get together in my dorm if you’re interested.”

Before Mark couldn’t even let that sink in or reply back to her, Miranda cut her off. “Actually he’s coming to the movies tonight with me, sorry hun.”

Miranda grabbed Mark by the hand and ushered them both away. He took a glance at Winter as he was pulled away, she was smirking as if she was pleased to annoy her blonde rival.

Once they were away from the building and in Mark’s car, Miranda began to unleash her frustration towards the new girl. “There’s something up with that bitch, she’s hasn’t liked me from day one, you heard her just then. She was so just trying to get you to bail on me tonight.”

Mark didn’t know whether to comfort her or feel a bit of happiness on the fact that she was annoyed that Winter was trying to ruin their half date. He began driving to the theatre as Miranda continued her rant, “She’s honestly such a fucking whore too, whatever you do, I suggest you stay away from her. Nothing but trouble.”

Mark gulped but just allowed Miranda to let her frustration out.

“Ugh just why did she have to be put in our Hall.”

“Hey it’ll be all good, Im just happy that I get to hang with you tonight,” said Mark, trying to dissolve the situation.

She gave him a tiny half smile, appreciating his words. The rest of the car ride, Mark tried to keep the conversation flowing, anything to get her mind off Winter and of course Bryce.

Arriving in town, they made their way to the cinemas. Trying to be as gentlemanly as he possibly could, Mark bought a large popcorn combo for the two to share.

He hadn’t been on an actual movies date since his first crush in High School. It may not have been a real date tonight but Mark sure treated it like one. During the commercials before the film, their hands awkwardly touched when they met in the top of the popcorn container. Every time it happened, they would play it off with a light giggle and a quick apology.

It was fair to say that Mark had the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He tried moving his hand closer to hers. Either Miranda was so invested in this low budget horror film that she didn’t notice Mark’s advances or she was purposely making the choice to ignore him.

Eventually though, his efforts made at least some payoff. In one of the most intense jump scares of the film, Miranda grabbed onto Mark’s arm. It was unintentional, she probably didn’t even realise she did it, she just was reacting to the scare.

Mark was thanking the lord that they were at a horror film as it progressively got darker the longer it dragged on. His blonde female friend was struggling to make it through, it got to a point where she let her hand slide right into his, interlocking their fingers. Her hand was clammy, warm and oh so soft.

The butterflies were well and truly back, it started to actually feel like a real date. Mark would have loved for the film to continue for another hour or two, just so he could keep feeling her hand grip on to his.

As the end credits rolled and the lights turned on, Miranda turned to him, “Oh my god, I don’t think I can go to another horror movie again after this one.”

She was laughing, still gripping on to him. “Oh you did great, have to say though, never seen someone jump so much,” he said laughing with her.

“Let’s just get out here before the doors magically lock us in,” she said, referencing a scene from the film.

The two left the cinema, Miranda half pushing in from behind, still scared from the film and wanting to get out of the theatre room quickly.