that. “It’s my sister Mae’s.”
I noticed that he called her his sister, not
his sister-in-law, and I wondered if that was simply an oversight.
His insistence on being so mysterious was making me overanalyze
everything.
“ Do you even own a
car?”
“ Yeah, a jeep. I just
haven’t felt like driving it lately.” Then he flashed a sly smile
and looked over at me. “Besides, this is so much
faster.”
“ That doesn’t seem fair at
all,” I said tiredly after riding in silence for a minute. My mind
had been to trying to figure out all the things he wouldn’t tell
me. “You won’t tell me anything about yourself.”
“ Hey, I’ll tell you almost
anything about me.” He kept his tone light, but he looked a little
wounded. For the first time, I realized that he not telling me
bothered him just as much as it did me.
“ My favorite color is
chartreuse. I love the Ramones and the Cure. My bedroom walls are
painted dark blue. I had my first kiss when I was fourteen while
listening to ‘Rock Lobster’ cause she really, really liked B-52’s.
I should’ve taken that as warning sign that it would never work,
but I was awfully young and stupid.”
“ Chartreuse?” I questioned,
skipping over the remainder of his confession. “I don’t even know
what that is.”
“ It’s sorta like a bright
olive,” Jack explained. “It’s the color most visible to the human
eye because of where it sits in the light spectrum.”
“ You’re incredibly random.”
We turned into the parking lot of the multiplex, and I realized he
had managed to avoid really telling me anything. When he pulled
into park, I looked at him seriously. “So why can’t you tell me
things?”
“ Why do you think?” Jack
asked, not unkindly.
“ Witness protection.” It
was an idea I had actually considered but quickly crossed off
because it didn’t really explain anything. And just as I suspected,
Jack laughed.
“ Okay, that’s not it.”
Still smiling and shaking his head, he hopped out of the car, and I
quickly followed him.
“ Hey, does that mean you’ll
actually tell me if I guess right?” The movie had probably already
started, so Jack was walking rather fast towards the theater, and I
chased after him as swiftly as my short legs would carry
me.
“ I don’t see why not,” Jack
said, and that perplexed me even further.
“ If I can guess it then why
can’t you just come right out and tell me?”
“ It’s just the way it is.”
He opened the big glass doors of the theater for me, and I walked
inside, furrowing my brow.
When he went up to the cashier to buy
tickets, I started rummaging in my pockets for my own money, but he
just waved me off and paid for my ticket. If I hadn’t been so
preoccupied by this new development, I probably would’ve protested
further.
“ So, are you
Rumpelstiltskin?” I asked him, leaning up against the counter as he
got our tickets.
He laughed loudly, and the cashier blushed
at the sound. He was completely oblivious to it, and I hoped that I
would hurry up and feel the same way. I hadn’t really staked a
claim on him, but it was still irritating to notice girls drooling
all over him, especially when I was visibly with him.
“ That’s awesome!” He handed
me my ticket, and while I did feel overly happy about his minor
compliment, I only let the frustration show on my face. He walked
to the theater, slowing enough so I could keep up with him.
“Rumpelstiltskin. That’s really awesome. I’m gonna tell Ezra
that.”
“ Why? Are you guys like a
family of goblins or something?”
Jack laughed, shaking his head, and then
pushed open the door to the movie before I could question him
further.
The movie had already started playing but
just the very beginning. Many people were dressed up in costumes
from the movie and throwing popcorn at the screen, so for once
nobody noticed us sneaking into the back row.
Rocky Horror Picture
Show was a pretty good movie and I did
rather enjoy it,