"Aidan, I have to be honest with you. When I said I was just in the bathroom, I really…just yakked." OK, so I didn't actually, but this movie made me want to, so I think it should count. Besides, my aunt once told me the best lies are based on the truth.

"Bummer. Come on, I'll take you home," he said.

"No! I mean, my aunt is already on her way to pick me up. You should go on enjoying the singing and dancing or whatever," I said, giving him my best sad puppy/feeling sick combo face. Once I was out of Aidan's sight, I sprinted back to the other auditorium.

"Where's your specifically salted popcorn?" Haskell asked.

"They ran out," I fibbed.

"How could a movie theater be out of popcorn?"

"I think I read about a popcorn kernel shortage on the internet recently. It's a serious problem in Ireland," I said. He's so pretty but so gullible.

Just then I spotted a group of kids walking in the theater. It's so annoying when people come in half way through a movie, but that's beside the point. Every single one of them was carrying one of those huge tubs filled to the top with freshly made popcorn. Cover blown. Or it would have been if I weren't so quick on my feet. I grabbed Haskell and started making with the outing. As our lips touched, something strange happened. I felt a fluttering in my stomach, like that cheesy butterfly thing that people always talk about but doesn't actually make any sense. That's when I realized—I really like this guy. That's right, there's a soft and sugary filling under this hard candy exterior.

What can I say? He brought me dead flowers!