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“Are you sure you’re up for it, though?” Ramona teased with a smirk. Faybelle crossed her arms and huffed, flapping her wings a little to keep up with Ramona’s pace.
“Of course I am. I’ve watched scary movies before.”
“But are you really sure? You know this one is F-rated.”
F stood for Fairy Scary. But Faybelle was no baby. “Please, Ramona, I can handle a F-movie. I’ve watched loads of C-movies, and F is hardly worse.” C stood for creepy. There were a lot of movies about monsters that were C-rated, particularly a saga about monsters at a high school. Faybelle had watched all of them, and she loved them. She didn’t think F could be that bad. And she wasn’t still in nursery rhyme school or anything. She was a mature fairy.
“Alright then.” Ramona swung open the door to the Multihex Theater. A poster hung on the wall, advertising the movie they had come to see: Silence of the Fairies. A fairy who could have been the mirror image for Faybelle’s mom was on the poster, coated in blood and pinned up by her wings. Faybelle gulped.
“We could always go and see Snow Queen instead,” Ramona offered, gesturing towards the poster in which a strange, animated version of Crystal Winter was pictured. Faybelle shook her head.
“No. Let’s go buy our tickets.” Before Ramona could make another joke, Faybelle had already flown forward to the ticket counter.
By the first five minutes of the movie, though, she was greatly regretting her decision. The film definitely held nothing back. Hardly two seconds had passed without blood. Faybelle had covered her eyes with a wing almost immediately, cautiously poking her head out every now and then only to regret it each time. Her stomach twisted unpleasantly, threatening to spill her lunch. After she had suffered for a few minutes, Ramona turned to look at her, pulling the wing away from her eyes.
“I thought you liked scary movies,” she rasped with a laugh on the edge of her voice, and Faybelle blushed a deep blue.
“I… do?” she stated unconvincingly, as another scream sounded from the speakers. Ramona only laughed and pulled her in with a strong arm, swooping Faybelle up onto her lap.
“Good thing there’s more than one thing to do in a movie theater,” she muttered with a chuckle, drawing Faybelle in closer. The fairy blushed even deeper.
Thirty minutes later, when Faybelle’s hair was tousled and her shirt was rumpled and her cheeks were stained blood red with kisses, she felt very lucky that the movie theater was mostly empty. And while making out to the sound of screaming was somewhat creepy, it was also very, very hot.