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Theater Stories
Theater Stories
Part 1
Kyle was a seventeen year old teen living with his parents in a nice little suburb on the outskirts of Cleveland. He had an eleven-year-old brother named Hugh and a dog named Fang. Kyle was getting dressed for work. He worked for the local movie theater as a general clerk. Concession stand duty, usher, ticket-taker. He tried his hand at all of the positions. He had only been there for a year, but already he was one of the best employees they had. At least according to the general manager of the theater. He put his black vest on over his white polo shirt and felt the inside of his pockets. He had his name tag and a pen, just in case. After he straightened his hair, he went downstairs to tell his mother he was ready.
He noticed that the family cat, Tonks, was asleep on a windowsill. He reached over to pet her, but she woke up, hissed, and bit his hand before running down the hall. “Bitch,” Kyle muttered as he sucked on his bitten finger. His mother was in the living room watching TV when he came down. She looked him over, checking to see if he missed anything. “Are you ready to go honey?” she asked. Kyle nodded in response. She got up and grabbed her purse and car keys. “I'll be back in a bit Hugh,” she said as she kissed him on the forehead. He wiped it away with an exasperated, “Mom!”
As they got outside, Kyle's mother unlocked her white Jetta and unlocked the passenger side door. He climbed in and buckled his seat belt. His mother turned to look behind her as she pulled out of the driveway. “What time are you getting off of work tonight?” she asked. “I'm closing,” I grumbled. She looked at me for a moment. “So you don't know?” I shook my head. His mother considered this for a moment. “Do you think you can get a ride home tonight?” she asked. “Yeah, I guess I can,” he muttered.
They approached the theater and Kyle got out. “Thanks for the ride,mom,” he said as he stepped out of the car. “If you can't get a ride home, call us. Your father or I will be on our way.” Kyle nodded and walked up to the entrance to the theater. It was a big theater with eighteen screens. There was a line of people almost out to the street. He looked at the marquee and figured out why: Zombieland and the Toy Story double feature. He groaned as he walked inside. “Evening Kyle,” greeted Kathleen, the old ticket-taker. He often wondered if Kathleen worked there before the theater even existed. He saw on the clock he still had five minutes before he had to clock on. He decided he's wait it out in the break room.
Kyle went upstairs and sat down on one of the couches inside. The TV was playing a DVD of Big Trouble someone had brought in earlier in the week. He watched for a few minutes and went back downstairs. As he walked to the time clock, he took notice of who he'd be working with tonight. Derek and Jon were back there. This made him relieved. Two of his favorite co-workers were there. Kyle was a little jealous of Derek. They got hired together, but Derek was recently promoted to chief of staff. Lauren was there, a female chief who Kyle got along with. He also noticed Jillian and Tabitha. He got along great with them.
There was also Sarah. Ah, Sarah. She and Kyle were also hired together and he had a crush on her, but was too nervous to say anything. Sarah had long black hair and she wore glasses. She was a little chubby, but it never bothered Kyle. She was one of those people whose slightly heavier appearance wasn't detrimental to their beauty. She waved at him as he came to the entrance behind the counter and he nearly walked into a customer. Growing red in the face, he clocked in and was led to his register. Lauren unlocked the till, allowing Kyle to count the money in his register to make sure it was even. Which it was. He was stationed next to Sarah, which caused him to become slightly flustered. He leaned over and asked her when she was getting off work. “Ugh, I'm closing,” she grumbled. “Do you think you could give me a ride home?” he asked her. She smiled and nodded.
Someone else had clocked on. Kyle's least favorite chief: Gabby. She was short twenty-something with wide eyes and braces. This put Kyle off the most. No one past their teenage years should wear braces. It's just plain creepy looking. Other employees liked to call her Scrat behind her back. This girl had it in for Kyle in his opinion. She always made him do grunt work and she constantly spoke to him using his full name, making him feel like a five-year-old in trouble. Kyle was determined to not let her spoil his night. He looked at the clock on his monitor. He'd been there for a total of five minutes. Already he wanted to go home.
The first two hours went by pretty quickly. Kyle grabbed a Sierra Mist and walked into theater 11: Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. He took his little brother to see it a few days ago and thought it was one of the funniest movies he'd seen that year, aside from Land of the Lost or The Hangover. A monkey was going ballistic on giant gummi bears. After ten minutes had passed, Kyle got up from his seat and trudged back to work. Sarah wasn't back there because she was on her break as well. She must have left a few minutes after him. Tabitha had gone home. He looked at the list of the movie times to see what time they would close. The last movie started at 10:20, meaning they would close down the concession stand at 10:45. It also meant that around 9:15 someone would have to clean the popper. He prayed it wouldn't be him. Knowing how much of a vindictive bitch Gabby was, he was sure it was going to be him.
When nine o'clock came around, the chiefs checked everyone's transaction averages. The person with the lowest average would have to clean the popper. Jon had $12.37, Jillian had $11.46, and Sarah had $12.11. Kyle had $11.23. He cursed to himself as Gabby called, “Kyle Lewis!” Yes Scrat? he thought. “You have to clean the popper tonight, Kyle.” He managed a smile and a cordial tone of voice. “Sure thing Gabby,” he said as he wished nothing but the swiftest death on her. He went to the popper and began disassembling it to clean the pieces. He got soapy water to clean the inside of the kettle with the agitator. He started sweeping the seeds out of the inside of the machine when Gabby called him up front. I'm never going to get this damn thing clean, he thought.
Once the rest of the customers left, Kyle went back to his menial task of popper cleaning. It took him an hour, but he finally got it clean. The assistant manager approved the cleanliness of the back behind the stand and everyone was permitted to leave. Kyle grabbed his stuff from upstairs and joined Sarah to her car. They were talking together as they walked into the parking garage. “I'm telling you, the song is about a girl practically begging to be date-raped,” he said. “What do you mean?” Sarah asked.
“Think about it: she starts out by saying she's had way too much to drink, she doesn't know where she is, she doesn't know any of the people around her, her shirt is inside-out somehow, and her phone is missing. 'Hope no one slips me a Rufie!'” Sarah started laughing as she unlocked her car and let Kyle in on the other side. “Where do you live?” she asked as she backed out of her parking space. “On Broadview,” he replied. She nodded, saying, “I know where that is.” She drove the car and Kyle couldn't take his eyes off of her. I have to say something, he thought. What if she already has a boyfriend? He hadn't thought of that. He started getting nervous about asking her out, but he resolved himself to do it as soon as they reached his house.
After about ten minutes, they arrived at Kyle's house. “Thanks for the ride Sarah,” said Kyle as he unbuckled his seat belt. “You're welcome, Kyle,” she said. He started to open the door, but he stopped. “Sarah, can I ask you something?” Sarah looked a little confused. “I was wondering... if you wanted to go out sometime?” Sarah looked surprised. “You want to go out with me? Really?” Kyle looked dumbstruck. “Yeah, why not?”
Sarah looked down at the floor. “Well, I'm fat,” she muttered. Kyle rolled his eyes. “Beth Ditto is fat. Kirstie Alley is fat. You are not fat. You're beautiful, you're funny, you're smart. I could go on.” She blushed, looking down at her own body. “You really think so?” Kyle nodded. If it was possible, she blushed even harder. “Yeah, okay Kyle,” she said after a few moments. Kyle grinned from ear to ear. He was completely speechless. He leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the cheek which left her speechless. Kyle got out of the car and waved good-bye. Sarah still sat there, with her hand resting on her cheek. She came back to reality and pulled out of the driveway to go home. Kyle went straight upstairs to his room and fell asleep listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers on his iPod, still grinning like a fool.
Part 1
Kyle was a seventeen year old teen living with his parents in a nice little suburb on the outskirts of Cleveland. He had an eleven-year-old brother named Hugh and a dog named Fang. Kyle was getting dressed for work. He worked for the local movie theater as a general clerk. Concession stand duty, usher, ticket-taker. He tried his hand at all of the positions. He had only been there for a year, but already he was one of the best employees they had. At least according to the general manager of the theater. He put his black vest on over his white polo shirt and felt the inside of his pockets. He had his name tag and a pen, just in case. After he straightened his hair, he went downstairs to tell his mother he was ready.
He noticed that the family cat, Tonks, was asleep on a windowsill. He reached over to pet her, but she woke up, hissed, and bit his hand before running down the hall. “Bitch,” Kyle muttered as he sucked on his bitten finger. His mother was in the living room watching TV when he came down. She looked him over, checking to see if he missed anything. “Are you ready to go honey?” she asked. Kyle nodded in response. She got up and grabbed her purse and car keys. “I'll be back in a bit Hugh,” she said as she kissed him on the forehead. He wiped it away with an exasperated, “Mom!”
As they got outside, Kyle's mother unlocked her white Jetta and unlocked the passenger side door. He climbed in and buckled his seat belt. His mother turned to look behind her as she pulled out of the driveway. “What time are you getting off of work tonight?” she asked. “I'm closing,” I grumbled. She looked at me for a moment. “So you don't know?” I shook my head. His mother considered this for a moment. “Do you think you can get a ride home tonight?” she asked. “Yeah, I guess I can,” he muttered.
They approached the theater and Kyle got out. “Thanks for the ride,mom,” he said as he stepped out of the car. “If you can't get a ride home, call us. Your father or I will be on our way.” Kyle nodded and walked up to the entrance to the theater. It was a big theater with eighteen screens. There was a line of people almost out to the street. He looked at the marquee and figured out why: Zombieland and the Toy Story double feature. He groaned as he walked inside. “Evening Kyle,” greeted Kathleen, the old ticket-taker. He often wondered if Kathleen worked there before the theater even existed. He saw on the clock he still had five minutes before he had to clock on. He decided he's wait it out in the break room.
Kyle went upstairs and sat down on one of the couches inside. The TV was playing a DVD of Big Trouble someone had brought in earlier in the week. He watched for a few minutes and went back downstairs. As he walked to the time clock, he took notice of who he'd be working with tonight. Derek and Jon were back there. This made him relieved. Two of his favorite co-workers were there. Kyle was a little jealous of Derek. They got hired together, but Derek was recently promoted to chief of staff. Lauren was there, a female chief who Kyle got along with. He also noticed Jillian and Tabitha. He got along great with them.
There was also Sarah. Ah, Sarah. She and Kyle were also hired together and he had a crush on her, but was too nervous to say anything. Sarah had long black hair and she wore glasses. She was a little chubby, but it never bothered Kyle. She was one of those people whose slightly heavier appearance wasn't detrimental to their beauty. She waved at him as he came to the entrance behind the counter and he nearly walked into a customer. Growing red in the face, he clocked in and was led to his register. Lauren unlocked the till, allowing Kyle to count the money in his register to make sure it was even. Which it was. He was stationed next to Sarah, which caused him to become slightly flustered. He leaned over and asked her when she was getting off work. “Ugh, I'm closing,” she grumbled. “Do you think you could give me a ride home?” he asked her. She smiled and nodded.
Someone else had clocked on. Kyle's least favorite chief: Gabby. She was short twenty-something with wide eyes and braces. This put Kyle off the most. No one past their teenage years should wear braces. It's just plain creepy looking. Other employees liked to call her Scrat behind her back. This girl had it in for Kyle in his opinion. She always made him do grunt work and she constantly spoke to him using his full name, making him feel like a five-year-old in trouble. Kyle was determined to not let her spoil his night. He looked at the clock on his monitor. He'd been there for a total of five minutes. Already he wanted to go home.
The first two hours went by pretty quickly. Kyle grabbed a Sierra Mist and walked into theater 11: Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. He took his little brother to see it a few days ago and thought it was one of the funniest movies he'd seen that year, aside from Land of the Lost or The Hangover. A monkey was going ballistic on giant gummi bears. After ten minutes had passed, Kyle got up from his seat and trudged back to work. Sarah wasn't back there because she was on her break as well. She must have left a few minutes after him. Tabitha had gone home. He looked at the list of the movie times to see what time they would close. The last movie started at 10:20, meaning they would close down the concession stand at 10:45. It also meant that around 9:15 someone would have to clean the popper. He prayed it wouldn't be him. Knowing how much of a vindictive bitch Gabby was, he was sure it was going to be him.
When nine o'clock came around, the chiefs checked everyone's transaction averages. The person with the lowest average would have to clean the popper. Jon had $12.37, Jillian had $11.46, and Sarah had $12.11. Kyle had $11.23. He cursed to himself as Gabby called, “Kyle Lewis!” Yes Scrat? he thought. “You have to clean the popper tonight, Kyle.” He managed a smile and a cordial tone of voice. “Sure thing Gabby,” he said as he wished nothing but the swiftest death on her. He went to the popper and began disassembling it to clean the pieces. He got soapy water to clean the inside of the kettle with the agitator. He started sweeping the seeds out of the inside of the machine when Gabby called him up front. I'm never going to get this damn thing clean, he thought.
Once the rest of the customers left, Kyle went back to his menial task of popper cleaning. It took him an hour, but he finally got it clean. The assistant manager approved the cleanliness of the back behind the stand and everyone was permitted to leave. Kyle grabbed his stuff from upstairs and joined Sarah to her car. They were talking together as they walked into the parking garage. “I'm telling you, the song is about a girl practically begging to be date-raped,” he said. “What do you mean?” Sarah asked.
“Think about it: she starts out by saying she's had way too much to drink, she doesn't know where she is, she doesn't know any of the people around her, her shirt is inside-out somehow, and her phone is missing. 'Hope no one slips me a Rufie!'” Sarah started laughing as she unlocked her car and let Kyle in on the other side. “Where do you live?” she asked as she backed out of her parking space. “On Broadview,” he replied. She nodded, saying, “I know where that is.” She drove the car and Kyle couldn't take his eyes off of her. I have to say something, he thought. What if she already has a boyfriend? He hadn't thought of that. He started getting nervous about asking her out, but he resolved himself to do it as soon as they reached his house.
After about ten minutes, they arrived at Kyle's house. “Thanks for the ride Sarah,” said Kyle as he unbuckled his seat belt. “You're welcome, Kyle,” she said. He started to open the door, but he stopped. “Sarah, can I ask you something?” Sarah looked a little confused. “I was wondering... if you wanted to go out sometime?” Sarah looked surprised. “You want to go out with me? Really?” Kyle looked dumbstruck. “Yeah, why not?”
Sarah looked down at the floor. “Well, I'm fat,” she muttered. Kyle rolled his eyes. “Beth Ditto is fat. Kirstie Alley is fat. You are not fat. You're beautiful, you're funny, you're smart. I could go on.” She blushed, looking down at her own body. “You really think so?” Kyle nodded. If it was possible, she blushed even harder. “Yeah, okay Kyle,” she said after a few moments. Kyle grinned from ear to ear. He was completely speechless. He leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the cheek which left her speechless. Kyle got out of the car and waved good-bye. Sarah still sat there, with her hand resting on her cheek. She came back to reality and pulled out of the driveway to go home. Kyle went straight upstairs to his room and fell asleep listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers on his iPod, still grinning like a fool.