This story is dedicated to Claire, she knows who she is. For being my inspiration, my encouragement and my proof-reader for this story. Thanks hun!
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Slumping low in the soft cushioned cinema seat she bit her bottom lip, holding back the silent tears threatening to spill at the ridiculously mushy scene on the screen before her. Wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her black hooded sweatshirt she shot a glance over to the girl sitting besides her, and smiled slightly as she caught her looking.
It was Wednesday night, nothing unusual about that, two for one night at the cinema, and if everything had gone to plan then sitting to her left, in the vacant seat would have been her boyfriend; but things hadn't gone to plan, had they? He'd done the unspeakable and cancelled their date, told her that "something had come up." Again.
He'd increasingly found excuses not to go out with her lately, to a point where she was starting to wonder whether he was maybe seeing someone else. She just wasn't sure how best to tackle him on the issue, without feeling like an idiot should her fears be unfounded.
So she'd come out on her own, determined not to let him ruin her evening, but now, watching the happy couples on the big screen was only making her feel miserable. She couldn't hold back her tears, she was fed up of being let down, fed up of being messed around. Shaking her head she stood up, apologising to the people around her as she shuffled along the row of seats to the walkway where she ran towards the toilets, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
Once inside the toilets, in the bright, glaring light and away from the happy couples in the film and the visions of other couples in the back row, she looked into the mirror above the sinks as she wiped at the tears.
'Stupid men. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.' She thought bitterly as she took in her slightly disheveled appearance, her brown eyes slightly red and puffy from her tears. Her light brown hair falling in a slightly tangled mess over her face, where she had been running her fingers through it all afternoon. Black skirt, black jumper and purple Dr. Martens completed her 'I don't care what any of you think of me' look.
She looked up as the door slowly opened behind her, a red haired girl entering, brown eyes and a white name tag that ready 'Claire - Happy to Help'.
"Are you ok?" She asked. "I saw you rush out of the screen, I was sitting next to you, you looked really upset."
"I guess, just, fed up of being let down and then watching hopelessly romantic, fairytale love stories."
"That sucks. Let me guess, you were meant to be coming out with someone, but they let you down?"
"That's right, my boyfriend, but he had something come up. He always does these days." She burst into tears again as she thought about the number of times he had let her down recently.
"Aww sweets, that's just no good at all." Claire replied moving in closer to the other girl, putting a friendly arm around her shoulder, drawing her in close, just letting her cry for a bit.