Love is something that everyone can understand. Because no matter who you are, you came into this world with love, and no one can ever take that away from you. But sometimes, love can be able to destroy itself.
Jocelyn loved Nadine, and Nadine loved Luke, who loved her back. And when Jocelyn realized how much her relationship with Nadine could suffer if Nadine heard the truth about Luke, she simply didn’t know what to do.
Jocelyn was still at the ticket booth staring at the package in her hands.
“Miss?” asked the man at the window to get her attention. Jocelyn had been staring at the package for a while now, and had forgotten where she was and that she needed to pay.
She looked up, “Oh, sorry,” and reached for her own pocket to get her wallet after putting the package back into Luke’s jacket.
Not knowing what to do, after getting the tickets, Jocelyn just sat down on a bench outside the movie theater for a moment in thought.
What am I supposed to tell Nadine? Should I tell her? She is just so happy and I don’t want to be the one to spoil it. Nad hasn’t been this happy in as long as I can remember... maybe I shouldn’t tell her.
No. Jocelyn, you have to tell her. Nad means more to you than anything, and she is so easily influenced by people that if she hangs around with Luke Stone anymore, than she too, may start smoking marijuana.
The idea of it was scary, but true. Nadine had always been so easily influenced by others. It was something that Jocelyn had always worried about.
If you haven’t understood yet, then let me explain. Luke Stone had put an envelope in his jacket pocket. Then, being the gentleman that he is, he offered Nadine his jacket when she was cold. Nadine and Luke went into the theater to wait for Jocelyn to get the tickets, so naturally, Nadine left the jacket with Jocelyn because it was cold.
And as an instinct, when Jocelyn went to grab her wallet, she reached into her jacket pocket forgetting that she was still wearing Luke’s jacket... and there was his package of weed.
The two others who were seeing the movie arrived and nudged Jocelyn to break her from her deep thought.
“Hey, are you okay?” asked one friend.
Jocelyn looked up, “Oh, yeah. I’m just tired.”
They walked into the theater and met Luke and Nadine who had already bought the popcorn.
“Here’s your jacket,” Jocelyn said coldly to Luke.
Nadine raised a confused eyebrow at Jocelyn, but Jocelyn didn’t bother responding.
“Well, we better go in,” Luke announced in a happy and charming voice.
Everyone walked to theater number eight, and sat down. Jocelyn on the end, Nadine next to her, then Luke, and the other friends to his right.
The movie started and ended in what felt like five hours. Everyone agreed that is was awful, said goodbye, and then it was just Luke and the girls left.
Jocelyn had to clear her head, and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She walked in and realized that there was no one but her in the room. She put her purse on the counter and washed her hands. There were no more paper towels, so she just left her hands wet. Jocelyn had to itch her a patch of skin below her eye.
The water from her fingers had dampened the mascara on her bottom eyelashes and made it smudge.
Staring at herself in the mirror, Jocelyn watched as more water appeared in her eyes. This was not from her fingers. Because you see, Jocelyn wanted Nadine to be happy. But more than that, Jocelyn wanted Nadine to be safe.
Jocelyn heard footsteps, and grabbed her purse before running into a stall to finish her crying. The women entering the bathroom seemed to be elderly ladies and were the type that talk really loudly as the pee in neighboring stalls for everyone to hear.
“Oh shucks, Betty, I’m out of toilet paper,” one woman croaked.
“Here,” replied the other as she tossed some toilet paper under the stall for the other to use.
Jocelyn couldn’t help but laugh. She wiped her tears away, and exited the bathroom. The worst was over - at least for tonight - the elderly women had amused her and distracted her from what was going on.
Jocelyn walked out of the theater and caught the last second of Nadine and Luke’s kiss and stopped at the door. Luke waved goodbye to Nadine and walked into the parking lot where he got into his older brother’s car, and left.
Nadine just stood there and stared out at the curb where the car had been parked. Jocelyn decided that this would be a good time to exit the theater.
“Nad?” Jocelyn spoke softly as not to startle her.
Nadine looked up from the ground, “Yeah,” her voice was soft and clear. Almost like the voice of a mother singing a lullaby to her baby.
“Um, I think that my dad will be here soon, so we should probably...” but Nadine cut her off.
“Guess what?!” obviously Nadine hadn’t even been listening.
Jocelyn smiled, “What?”
“Luke kissed me”
Jocelyn pretended that she hadn’t seen, “When? Was it during the movie?”
Nadine looked at Jocelyn and then pointed the the bench where she had been sitting with Luke, “There,” she said.
“Aw Nad! I’m so excited for you!” Jocelyn hugged her so that Nadine wouldn’t be able to see the tears welling up in her eyes.
There was a honk, and Paul Summers pulled up the the curb. The girls got into the car, and after telling Paul what they had thought of the movie, just sat in silence. Normally a parent would find that odd, but Paul decided not to question it, but just to enjoy it, because silence was something that he didn’t get very often.
It was after ten, and all was dark in the back seat of Paul Summers’ car. This was a good thing - because this way Jocelyn could let out her tears and just pretend to be looking out the window.
Nadine was happy. Jocelyn wanted Nadine to be happy. And Nadine assumed that Jocelyn was happy. But neither of their emotions were understood correctly by the other. Because the girls were doing something that they hardly ever do. Yes. Jocelyn Summers and Nadine Hart were keeping secrets. And you know what that means... trouble.
Just a girl...