"Show up, damn you! You're my father figure!" He stormed off the stage, coattails flying out behind him. The elderly man fell back into his chair, face twisted into something between shock and horror, as he yelled out "How dare you," to the fleeing boy.

I threw a hand over my mouth to stop a laugh from escaping. The play was horrible, and the lead's acting was even worse. If I was less petty, I wouldn't have the courage to admit that I was enjoying the pain on the other audience member's faces, but I'm pretty petty, and I was having the time of my life. I thought I would regret that night, seeing as I only went because Cali begged me to. Turns out I really loved theater.

Can you feel me smirking? Cause I am. I didn't like theater. I liked Cali.

And I knew she would say something along the lines of "I know you didn't come for me," so I had been preparing my answer since she handed me the ticket.

I was thinking "Everything I do, I do for you." Or maybe "Of course I came for you, you fucking dimwit."

The latter might be a little aggressive, but you get the jist.

An offkey trumpet solo brought my attention back to the stage where soldiers were marching off with the old man in tow. I had no idea what the plot of this was, but I've never enjoyed a play so much.

Before I knew it, the cast was bowing, and the audience was resisting the urge to boo them off. I clapped, and even cheered a bit when the old guy hobbled up to the front to take his bow.

I hadn't even left the auditorium when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Didn't realize they released the monsters so quickly," I joked, spinning around.

Cali jumped into my arms, knocking the breath out of my lungs. I would have laughed if I had the ability. It was surprising really that she was able to pull her feet off the ground as she hung off of me. I was shorter than her.

Cali pulled away, beaming, her bright brown eyes shining in the dim auditorium. She still had her flute in her hand, and I smiled when I realized how quickly she had come to find me. "So I know you only came for me, but did you like it?" she asked, her voice a little breathless.

I blinked, my unnecessarily aggressive response sticking in my throat. "I--uh--yeah," I stuttered. "I only... Came. For you. It was good. Yeah. You're good." 

She laughed, still high on post-performance adrenaline. "I know. I gotta go great other people now, come on." She pulled on my hand, and I trodded on along behind her, my mind lagging.

She ruined my pick-up line. Completely botched it.

I let her pull me along she raced off toward her parents, a smile creeping onto my face despite my best efforts to frown. That jerk.