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minutes ago. "Why do you look so... flush?" She suddenly notices I'm in a different world, or at least I was for a moment.
    I hadn't realized I looked flush though. "I just ran into someone, and he was downright handsome."
    "What? You met someone while I was shitting my brains out?! Tell me the details. Who was he?"
    I roll my eyes at her insanity. "I almost ran into him, he apologized and told me to have a good night, and that was that."
    She pauses to look over at me, her expression flat, uninterested in everything- not quite realizing I fell in love with someone in three seconds flat. Okay, not really, but he definitely made my heart skip a beat by his ravishing smile and fierce eyes. "You're meaning to say that you bumped into someone and he has you looking like you just had a quickie? Damn. You have less of a life than I thought."
    I shove at her playfully. "What the hell? Why don't I have a life?"
    "Because..." She flicks her hair over her shoulder, looking around the main room as we start to re-enter it. "No guy should ever get your panties in a bunch that easily. Unless it was Johnny Depp or Channing Tatum."
    "Well, I'm not sure who this guy was, but he put them both to shame."
    "Doubtful. Highly doubtful." She grins. "But when you see your imaginary, sexy boyfriend, make sure to let me know."
    This time it's my turn to glare. "You're a bitch, you know."
    "I do know." Her smile broadens, and my frown turns into one. Because that is how we are, playful and sisterly.
    The viewing of the movie is starting in less than a half hour, so we gather around to where her father is, that way we can sit near the front without any problems. We have VIP seating and access to the after party, which I'm unsure I want to attend, since I do have school in the morning, and it's already closing in on nine at night.
    Once we're seated, her father says he'll see us after the premiere, then he leaves to his own seat. I'm glad I joined Sumner, I would have felt bad had she sat here alone all night. In fact, I'm pretty certain she would have been bored had I not attended. She’s been able to communicate with a lot of people, and many have brought up the fact she is in school for film and will eventually start auditions for movies and shows, so she's made plenty of connections, but I don't think I would have seen her laugh or immensely enjoy herself had it not been for my presence.
    A speaker comes on stage to start a speech about the film, which leads into thank you's to this person and that person. Most of everything he says goes in one ear and out the other. For some forsaken reason, my mind continues to drift to the man outside the bathroom, but I know it's completely ridiculous, so I try to force myself away from any thoughts of him. I doubt I'll ever even see him again.
    Sumner leans over to whisper in my ear. "The girl next to me just farted. It. Smells. Horrible."
    I shoot her a sideways glance because she didn't say it as quietly as I think she assumed.
    "What?" She questions. "She did. It's gross."
    "You're one to talk."
    She giggles softly. "At least I did my business in the bathroom."
    "She probably didn't know it would smell."
    "Still. Gross."
    "Do you two mind keeping the noise down a bit?" Someone hisses from behind us. We both close our mouths, suppressing our smiles. We can certainly both still be immature often, after all we're still technically teenagers, even if we're also technically adults.
    We listen to more boring talking, and as the lights start to dim I catch contact with familiar eyes. Eyes I've been thinking about far too much in the last forty five minutes. He stares longingly at me, with an intensity much like before, and equally as enthralling.
    I elbow Sumner as discreetly as I can. I'm not sure if she understands it, but she doesn't say anything, so I can only assume she caught a glimpse of where, or shall I say whom, I'm staring to. He lifts his lips into that angular grin, not taking his eyes off from me. That