Don't Go Chasing Pavements (Sam&William)

[character]

Samantha walked to the movies as if the sidewalk was a runway and she was model. Having a new look, mostly hair, gave her a new attitude. She had become more confident in herself with her freshly dyed brunette hair, instead of strawberry blonde or just plain blonde. So far she liked her new hair, but Sam was trying to keep it under wraps until the wedding where she could show it off. For now she was going to the local cinema alone.


She followed the neon light that read “CINEMA” in capital letters, as it glowed in the darkness. Finally Sammy arrived to the cashier and ordered a ticket for either Just Go with It, with Adam Sandler or The King’s Speech with Colin Firth. She finally decided on seeing Just Go with It, as she wanted to see a rom-com. Sam purchased the ticket and thanked the cahier before heading inside the theater.


Inside Samantha handed her ticket to the ticket-taker, getting half of the ticket back. She smelled salt, popcorn, butter, and sugar in the air and looked at the concession stand. One small popcorn couldn’t hurt, right? She waited in line for a moment or two before being called up to give her order. Sam asked the cashier for a small popcorn, no butter, and a cup of water. She handed the man a wad of cash and took her food, drink, and change.


Sam went to the left of the theater, but found she went to the wrong side. She then crossed to the right side of the theater and found the room for Just Go with It. She looked at the seats; most of the higher ones were taken. She finally found two smack in the middle and began to climb the steps to it. She squeezed past the people sitting, saying pardon after each step. Sam sat down and then put her bag on ground, beside her.


Samantha wore a black lace tank top, which was tucked into a pink and white floral skirt. She a two patent leather heels on her feet that were funky. She crossed her ankles as she watched the previews, a little lonely without anyone to be at the movies with. Not even a date, just herself and her newer confidant self.

[melissa]

“Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world. She took the midnight train goin' anywhere. Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train goin' anywhere.”

Will stepped out of his beach house bathroom wearing only a pair of black track pants and a white towel that hung on his right shoulder. Clouds of steam from the hot shower he had just taken followed Will before disappearing into the cooler air outside. As always, he had connected his IPod to the speakers he had set up in every room in the house (even the bathroom) and currently, the song Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey was playing loudly. Will couldn’t help but sing and dance along to the song as it played. He imagined he was a rock star who was performing to a group of adoring fans as he imitated his musical heroes by singing loudly, playing air guitar and adding in a couple of dance steps he had seen on MTV. Will was by no means either a singer or dancer. It was just something he did for fun; especially when no one was around to watch him. That was a plus in living alone. As the song came to a close, Will found himself dancing in his living room. It was there that he heard a beeping sound.

Looking around for the source of the noise, he realized it had come from his laptop that was sitting on small table to his left. Will took the towel off his shoulder and quickly dried his short hair with it before throwing it onto the back of a chair and doing his best take at a moonwalk over to his laptop. Looking onto the screen as he sat on his couch, he found out he had received a message informing him that his friend Gregg had just updated his status on his social networking account. It read ‘Going to watch Just Go With It.’ Next to it, a picture of Gregg with two other guys and three girls stared back at Will. Will leaned back against the white leather couch and signed audibly. The energy he just had a couple seconds earlier as he sang and danced around the house had disappeared. Will couldn’t take his eyes off the picture of the friends he had to leave behind when he moved from Huntington Beach. Will missed them terribly. Having only moved to L.A. recently, Will hadn’t made any close friends in The City of Angels that he could simply call up to invite to the movies or anywhere for that matter; unless of course we wanted to take his dad’s business partners out which Will didn’t consider an idea of fun. Instead, Will spent all his time either surfing or sailing until the sun set and it was no longer safe to do so. In fact, he had arrived at his home only one hour ago from surfing prior to getting into the shower. With nothing to do, Will figured he might as well go to the movie theaters and watch Just Go With It. He wouldn’t be watching it together with his friends but at least it was the same movie. It would be close enough. Maybe. Not really.

Half an hour later, Will arrived in the parking lot of the theater he had remembered seeing earlier that day. He parked his black BMW convertible before stepping out into the open air. He had changed into a pair of black jeans, a plain white T-shirt with a red jacket over it and a black blazer over that. It was a warm night but he felt fine with his entourage. He walked to the ticket booth and bought a ticket before entering the building. He was immediately suffocated in the smell of butter and after he had handed his ticket to the ticket-taker, he walked over to buy himself a large bucket of popcorn. It was what he would have done if his friends were there. Alone, he walked to the room where they would be playing the movie. He noticed he was a bit late for the previews had already started. Will squinted in the dark, looking for a seat to sit in. They were mostly all taken except for a couple in the front row and exactly one in the dead center of the room. Will decided to go for the middle seat. Maybe he could blend in so people wouldn’t notice that he had come alone and therefore classify him as a loser. With his large popcorn in hand, Will made his way to the row with the empty seat and then towards the seat itself, trying his best not to bump people in the process. “Excuse me, is someone sitting here?” he asked a girl in a floral skirt and black tank top. He noticed her outfit well for he bent close to her as he spoke. Maybe if no one heard what he was saying, they would think he was a friend of hers who had just showed up late. But then again, if she answered saying someone was actually sitting there, he might as well tattoo an L on his forehead before walking alone down the path of shame to the first row of the theater.

[character]

The irritating sound of kids nibbling on popcorn flowed through the ears that belonged to Samantha. How it bothered her to hear the crunch of the popcorn smash between teeth, and the crinkling sound of a bag of candy being open. That was the movie theater, filled with interesting smells and annoying sounds. Not to mention the people who farted in front of her really could have excused himself to go to the bathroom before ripping it loose. The nerve of some people. Sammy dug her hand into the bag of small popcorn she had bought, quietly pulling out a piecing and chewing on it; careful of not making the popcorn squeak in between her teeth. It was buttery, salty, and calorie filled; the best type of popcorn there was.


The preview looked interesting, it was for some movie called Prom, which looked like a cute new movie. It was about finding a date for movie, and the stress of getting it all together. The guy (Jesse was it?) was cute, with his longish slightly curled h dark hair. Yum. Too bad he would probably be smacking off with some girl in the movie where she was an actress and he was an actor, which would make her gag. Watching people make out wasn’t her thing, just doing it herself. Slowly Sam pulled out a water bottle from her purse which she had snuck into the theater. It wasn’t a crime; she just didn’t want to pay about three dollars and fifty cents for water that only cost about fifty cents in the store. She took a long sip and then focused back at the large screen in front of her.


A man wearing a pair of black jeans, a white T-shirt, a blazer, and a red coat interrupted her thoughts as he asked her a question. He held a big container of popcorn, big enough for a whole family to feast on. Though it was probably for him, and a girlfriend perhaps. ”Yes, you. It’s yours now,” Sam said quietly so she didn’t bother others in the theater like how they irritated her. This guy looked cute, but appearances weren’t everything; that was for sure. Samantha tucked her legs in so he could walk through the tiny isle without bumping in to yet another pair of legs. ”I’m afraid there’s only one seat, so your girlfriend won’t have any where to sit,” Sam pointed out politely, looking at the empty seat. She slowly placed another piece of fluffy popcorn in her mouth, being careful to not get the cornels stuck in the gums between her teeth. They would never come out without a string of floss, which she left at home, so then she would wear out her tongue by trying to get it out. Sammy looked back up at the man, gesturing for him to take the seat if he wanted.

[melissa]

As Will waited for the young lady to answer his question, his heart was beating fast inside his chest. He knew what was coming for him. She would tell him that her friend had just taken a quick trip to the bathroom and would return with an empty bladder to claim her seat once again. Then, she would start laughing at him and point out that he had come alone loud enough for the whole theater to hear causing all the people inside to burst out in laughter. Those people would spread the word and thus his life in Los Angeles would be over.

Okay, so he was thinking of the worst possible scenario. But it could happen, right?

When the lady in the floral skirt finally answered, Will had to go over her response twice inside his head for he wasn’t sure he understood her right the first time. The seat indeed had been empty? The lady spoke again, informing him that there wouldn’t be a chair for his girlfriend before she gestured for him to take the seat. Will carefully scooted past her legs and slumped into the seat, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. “Unfortunately, there won’t be any lovely young lady joining me tonight” he whispered to her. Will set the bucket of popcorn on top of his legs before placing his arm closest to her on the arm rest and putting all his weight on it as he leaned over so that he could look past her and at the people sitting on her other side. A guy about his age had his arm around the girl Will guessed to be his girlfriend. They were making out before the movie had even started. Looking back at the lady in the floral skirt, he asked her in a whisper, “Third wheel?” He assumed she had come with the couple and was now left to endure the actions of their love alone.

[character]

Samantha waited for the man to take the seat, as it took him a while to finally place his buttocks there. Finally he moved over, his legs brushing against hers, as he took a seat. Sam took a sip of water out of her plastic grocery store water bottle, taking a nice long sip. She then placed the cap back on and put it back in her purse, hidden, so no one knew she snuck it into the theater.


”Tough luck,” Sam said sympathetically to him. She didn’t have a date either, so why wasn’t she feeling sympathetic to herself? She needed a date more than anyone else. That sounded a bit selfish but that’s how she felt. Sammy dug through her popcorn bucket and placed another cornel of popcorn in her mouth, coated in butter and salt. She chewed on it, and the swallowed, moving her tongue around her in mouth to see if any popcorn got stuck.


Sam was a bit confused when he said third wheel. She was a more of a loner than a third wheel. She turned around, as it seemed that he was a) looking at her ear or b) looking behind her. There was a boy and a girl intensely making out behind her. She glared at them, as she hated when people made out in front of her. They were so loud, and she could see the tongue. Had anyone heard of public display of affection? (PDA). Apparently not. ”You think I’m with…?” she began and then giggled a bit. ”No, no. I have no idea who they are and they’re sort of bothering me. They are very noisy,” she began, trying to not disturb other audiences in the theater. ”Something much worse than being a third wheel is coming alone. Something I did,” she confessed a little too loudly. An elderly lady sitting in the row above shhhed her. That lady had a lot of saliva; she sprinkled Sam’s face with it. Having a disgusted look on her face Sammy wiped it off with her index finger and then got over it and looked to the cute man.

[melissa]

When the lady answered him sympathetically about not having a date, Will dismissed the comment with a wave of the hand and a simple “No matter.” Will had learned from several nights of going out with only the guys that not having a date can be just (if not more) fun. Meeting new girls rather then hanging with the usual ones you have in your social circle, not being tied down to one girl in case you don’t find you fancy her and other such things are all part of the enjoyment. But tonight, Will had to admit it would have been nice to have a date. Or a friend. Or anything! Instead, he had come to the movies alone. How lame.

The lady spoke again, this time explaining that she hadn’t come with the couple that was now making out at full blast on her other side. She had spoken a little too loudly for an elderly lady shhed her and sprayed salvia all over her face. Will couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He knew that it wasn’t polite; especially with the disgusted face the lady in the floral skirt was making. But he couldn’t help it, for it had been hilarious. Will was just about to hold in the rest of his laughter and apologize to the lady and maybe ask her if he could get her a napkin when he felt something impact with the back of his head. Will turned around to see a boy about the age of ten glaring at him with some popcorn in his hand. Obviously, Will had disturbed the boy (and possibly the rest of the theater) and had paid the price by having popcorn thrown at him. What was that little boy doing at a movie like this anyways, Will asked himself glaring back at the boy. Shouldn’t he be in the room next door watching some animated Disney flick? Will turned back around. “Apparently, we aren’t fancied in this theater.” Will had had popcorn thrown at the back of his head and a face full of salvia was given to…what was her name? Will realized he hadn’t asked for her name yet. “I’m Will, by the way. Will Princeton” Will said in the lowest possible voice he could conquer. He didn’t want to have more popcorn thrown at him. Or something worse for that matter. “I’m going to make a quick run for the men’s room. Can I bring you a napkin or something for your face?” Will asked, a small smile appearing on his lips.

[character]

The saliva was still stuck to her face, eating up her poise face with bacteria and such. Samantha looked up to the row above her where the elderly lady sat, looking pleased that she has shut up Sam. Narrowing her eyes at the lady, she gave her a five second stare down and then looked at the man in the red jacket. ”It’s no funny,” she informed him, with pouted lips, as a chuckle coming from behind them.


Sam’s mouth fell open when she noticed the boy, who was about ten, glaring at the man sitting beside her. Wasn’t this movie PG-13? No G, for all audiences. Kids, either Sam loved them or hated them. She loved kids from the ages one to six. Then she hated the brats who were about seven to eleven, and then she liked the rest. Seven year olds to eleven years olds stomped around like they were better than everyone else, when they were just an ant in a big world. Whatever, they would get their karma later in life.


Now it was Sam’s turn to giggle at the man next to her, as he laughed at her when she got saliva spread across her face like rain falling from the sky. Sam picked a piece of popcorn that landed in his jacket and then placed it in her mouth before encountering a disgusted face. She cupped her hand and spat the popcorn out, trying to look poise while doing in. She looked around for somewhere to put it, but instead she hid it underneath the seat. ”It will disintegrate,” she informed. The boy, who Sam had to maneuver her head to see around the guy next to her to see, looked pleased with his accomplishment. Where were his parents or sitter anyways? Didn’t matter, as long as he wasn’t a nuisance during the rest of the previews and movie.


”No, weren’t not,” Samantha agreed, shaking her head. Sam listened to Will, the guy who had come alone, when he said his name. It followed so nicely, Will Princeton. ”I’m Sam, Samantha Caron,” she whispered back in a hushed tone. ”That would be much appreciated,” Sam said, still speaking in a hushed voice. Will was very sweet, and not to mention cute. Maybe Chloe was right when she said that Sam would find someone. Maybe an Angel sent him as a sign. Sam smiled back at him, a no-teeth-showing-smile, but it was warm and friendly.

[melissa]

Will saw the lady he now knew was named Sam pick the popcorn off his jacket. As she placed it in her mouth, he gave her a look that said seriously? And when she made the disgusted face, he covered his mouth with his right hand to muffle the laughter that was ready to pour out of him. Will did his best to compose himself as if not to bother any more people and told her “I’ll be right back” before standing up and placing his bucket of popcorn on his chair. He was just about to take a step to the edge of the aisle when he turned back around, grabbed a handful of popcorn and continued on his way. He had figured that the action of leaving and re-entering the theater would probably be the biggest distraction he had done thus far and if anyone wanted to throw anything at him, he would be ready with the popcorn as his ammo. But as he walked out of the dark room, he didn’t receive anything but disgruntled expressions. Outside, Will placed the handful of popcorn inside his coat pocket. Sure, it would probably be buttery and never wash out but he needed that popcorn for his return.

After using the bathroom, Will walked over to the concession stand and asked for several napkins. Who knew how many times that lady might decide she needed to shut them up. Will returned to the room, ready to face the angry crowds. As he entered, he realized that the movie was just about to begin. He walked up the steps to the correct row before squeezing through the legs of many people as he made his way to his seat. Will was about six seats away from Sam when he got an idea, a menacing idea. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out several pieces of popcorn. Sam hadn’t noticed his return and so when he was three seats away from her, he flung the pieces one at a time at her head. He knew he was being rather childish but Will wanted to see what she would do. Would she freak out thinking it was the little boy and start a popcorn fight? Or would she ignore it completely. Other people turned to stare and see who he was throwing the popcorn at. They giggled as they waited for her reaction.

[character]

Sam watched as her new acquaintance, Will, chuckled in his hand, trying to contain himself. What? She thought that the jacket popcorn would be good, but thus it was coated in butter. The best kind of popcorn had butter, but was not drizzled with it. ”Alright then,” Sam said softly as she watched him leave his seat, and began his long journey to the restroom. It wasn’t really a long journey to the bathroom from the theater that they were seated in, but if he got anymore popcorn thrown at him, split spraying his face, or even a drink spilled on his shoes, would make the trip seem a lot longer, and stickier. As Samantha watched his go down the alley to the steps to continue his way out the door she watched hi steadily, and then saw him come back when he was about halfway out the row to grab something. Popcorn. ”Smart thinking,” she giggled quietly as she then watched him leave once more. She wondered what he was planning to do with the popcorn, but it was probably ammo for anyone who messed with him. Sammy sat snuggly in her chair as she focused on the wide screen in front of her, still playing with previews. When would the previews end? There were so many and each about three to four minutes long.


The previews kept going, as Will still hadn’t appeared. She was wondering why it was taking Will such a long time to return as normally it didn’t take guys long to do their business. Then again, he had offered to grab her some napkins and there could have been a long line at the concession stand. Samantha’s eyes caught sight of any interesting preview playing in front of her. It was for Pirates of the Caribbean 4. There was one problem; there was no Keira Knightly or Orlando Bloom, just Johnny Depp. How could they take out the best two characters of the movie? Sam wondered as the preview ended and one for an action movie appeared. She dozed off during that one, as she wasn’t a big fan of action movies. Something hit her head, and then another thing and another. Her eyes squinted as she pet the top of her head, finding three popcorn pieces. Grr. Samantha whipped her head to yell at the boy, not caring if she got kicked out. Instead she saw Will, standing there with a handful of popcorn. Apparently his ammo was for her. She glared at him playfully and ate the popcorn that had been in his hand. She smiled as she watched the movie, thinking of a plan to get revenge on him. She waited for him to sit down, and there Sam opened up her water bottle and dumped a little on top of his head. ”Oops,” she said, giving him a smirk. She didn’t dump much water on his head, but enough for revenge. Some people nearby watched as they tricked each other, finding it more interesting then the movie itself.

[melissa]

Will could see the fire in Sam's eyes as she reacted to the popcorn hitting her head. He noticed her turn around as if she were going to yell at the little boy but her eyes stopped at him and she smiled instead. But her smile seemed to be hiding a secret. He could hear several people around him giggling as he made his way once again to his seat. Will found out what the secret was for as he sat down, he could feel cool liquid had dropped on his head. As several drops rolled down to his face, the spectators they had now formed let out a low chorus of "oooh". Will looked over at Sam and said "Oh, it's on!" before he dropped his head and shook it around like a dog who had just had a bath given to him. Will laughed as water droplets splashed all over Sam. The only problem was, he had completely forgotten the other people in the theater that were still trying to watch the movie. He may have accidentally sent drops flying their way as well.

[character]

Sam was pleased with her work of revenge to Will, as she had dribbled water all over his head. ”Obviously,” she said with a smirk. All Samantha could think about was: what was his plan to get back at her? The spectators seemed to enjoy their feud more than the movie itself, which had already started without Samantha noticing. Oh well, she used her nine dollars and fifty cents well, as she had a lot more fun pranking Will than sitting in her seat still for two hours. The people she felt bad for were audience members around her, who focused on them, though they wanted to watch the movie they paid for. Sammy was afraid that either: a) a spectator would report them to a movie worker or b) a movie worker would find them him/herself and kick them out. In the end it would probably be worth it, at least for her, she didn’t know about William. Sam jerked back as he shook his head like a wet dog, trying to get away from the droplets if water that were flinging her way. Some landed on her, but the majority landed on other members of the audience, (oops). ”So what’s you plan of revenge?” she asked, cupping her hand like it was a big secret and no one else was allowed to know.

[melissa]

Will looked down at Sam with a smile as she asked him what his plan of revenge was. The truth was, his plan of revenge had been just to shake his head and get her wet with her own water. But apparently, that wasn’t good enough. In her book, it wasn’t even considered revenge. Will opened his mouth to say the first thought that would randomly come to his mind as a form of revenge when a bright beam of light shown in his face. Will squinted against it and shielded it with his hand. Now, he could tell it was a man a little older then he was who was wearing the theater uniform. The old lady that had sprayed Sam’s face with salvia was standing next to the theater worker, pointing at them and saying “That’s them!”

“Excuse me, is there a problem here?” the theater worker asked him and Sam. Will looked from the worker to the old lady. Obviously, she hadn’t found their little pranks to be in the least bit humorous. The people that were sitting around them were just staring at Will and Sam with their mouths open. It seemed that all the residents of L.A. enjoyed themselves any small scene and he was in the middle of his first one in this new city. Will wanted to answer the theater worker’s question, but he didn’t know what to say. Instead, he looked back at Sam and gave her an ‘uh…what’s happening here?’ expression.

[character]

Samantha watched as she waited for Will to tell her his plan of revenge, or to prank her at some point when she wasn’t expecting it. Spraying her with water was not revenge, otherwise that meant that a lot of dogs had pranked her, and she knew that was not the case. She was sure of it. Sam watched Will’s facial expression change from thinking and looking into space, to squinting when a beam of an orange light hit his face. Her stomach dropped as she knew what was happening and who was holding the light. Samantha slowly turned around, trembling, as she looked at the theater worker standing next to her nemesis, the kooky spitting lady.


Sammy felt as if she was a murderer, as she was accused of a crime; a crime of having fun in the movie theater which upset some of the elderly members of the audience. She felt people staring at her, most belonging to her neighbors of the audience. She tried to not panic, or to give the worker a reason to kick her or William out. In a way she felt like this was her fault, since she had been loud in the first place. Sam looked back to Will and gave him a look that read: I’m sorry. He gave her the expression that looked like he was a bit confused and didn’t know what to do. She simply put up her hand as if to say that she would handle it. She turned back to face the shrew and the movie theater worker who was just doing his job. Samantha didn’t even remember the lady leaving to get him; she was probably too focused on either a movie preview or Will. ”Sir, I am so sorry that you were asked to come and handle a “disturbance,” Sam began, putting air quotes around disturbance. ”Though, there is no problem here, not even a mere one. Once again sorry for her,” she whispered, talking about the elderly lady beside him. ”She is a little older, and I think that I disturbed her when I sneezed and sniffled, as I am currently suffering from a cold.” she explained, faking her way to cough and sneeze. ”Acchoo,” she said before searching through her purse for a tissue to blow her nose in.

[melissa]

Will noticed Sam raise her hand to him before she began to speak in their defense to the theater worker. Will listened as Sam lied, saying that she was suffering from a cold. He was glad she was taking charge and coming up the excuse because if he would have opened his mouth, probably a very obvious lie would have come out. The elderly lady began to argue, claiming that Sam wasn’t telling the truth. Now, the whole theater had turned around and was watching the scene that was unfolding before them. It was clear that the theater worker didn’t know what to do so he simply said “This is strike one. Two more, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The theater worker gave Sam and Will a sympathetic look and walked away. The elderly lady, on the other hand, mumbled under her breath as she walked back to her seat. All that Will could understand were small fractions of her rant like “filthy…uneducated…teenagers…” Slowly, the heads in the theater turned back to the screen.

Will looked over at Sam and pretended to zip up his lips, lock them with a key and throw the key away; just like primary school. He knew they had to be quiet now or they would be kicked out. Just then, a small light bulb lit up inside his head and he reached into his jeans pocket to take out several napkins; the ones he had promised Sam he would get for her. As he took out the napkins, something small and stiff came out as well. Will opened the napkins to find his phone in the middle of them. Another light bulb went off inside Will’s head. He nudged Sam’s waist gently and showed her his phone. He hoped that she understood what he was trying to say. The theater worker never said anything about texting during the movie. He handed his phone over to Sam so she could insert her contact information. That way, they could be quiet and have a conversation at the same time. Will was so clever.

[character]

Samantha was quite relieved when the theater worker bought her story, and said that they had two more strikes left before they were kicked out the door and tossed to the curb. On the other hand, the elderly shrew glared at her and William as she shuffled back to her seat, not bothering to say excuse me as she bumped into the legs of the audience members. The lady finally returned to her seat behind Sam and William, muttering under her breath about how she was aggregated that they didn’t have to leave. Sam was pleased, but then worried as she wasn’t good at being quiet. There were so many things to say, yet she didn’t get any part of the conversation. Maybe she should try miming, though she would probably fail as she wasn’t good with not speaking or sharp hand movements/improv.


Sam watched as Will zipped his lip with a pretend zipper and then tossed the key to the side, never to be found; just like she did in kindergarten. Though, now that she thought about it she often would say “no buts, no cuts, no coconuts” when someone cut her line. She wanted to keep chatting with Will as he seemed really sweet and funny; finally a guy who didn’t have girlfriend either, otherwise he would have come with her and not alone. Sammy watched as he dug into his jean pocket to pull something out; a cluster of wadded up napkins that he promised for her. She took one, to wipe off the non excitant spit off her face, as it already dried up. In the middle there was his phone, the napkins around it. He tapped her waist as she was already looking at him, but she looked into his eyes this time. Sam nodded her head quickly with a smile as she completely understood what he was talking about. Gladly she took his phone and placed it in the palm of her hand, and woke it up as she touched a button. Soon enough she found his contact list, and form there she pressed “add a new contact,” in which she typed her name as Samantha Caron –pranker- and then her number. She handed it back to him, and then grabbed her purse from the dirty, popcorn covered floor and grabbed her phone out before handing it to him for Will to add his number to hers. When he was done she took it back and placed it in her lap, waiting for him to text first. It was a brilliant idea to come up with a different form a communicating; texting and chatting.