When You Got Us Kicked Out Of The Movie Anyways

"I can't believe you got us kicked out of the movies!" Hermione fumes.

I roll my eyes, she's ranted about this for 10 minutes now. "It was a terrible movie anyways,"

"Maybe for you but I was trying to watch it! I might've too if it wasn't for your incessant commenting every five minutes!"

"Besides-" She points an accusatory finger at me. "Since when did you know so much about space?"

"I had to know it for a case," I say bluntly.

"Yeah right, hogwash." She says, laughing.

"How did you even know we were going to watch the movie?"

"I didn't know,"

"Oh, so you just happened to know so much about the physics of a lightsaber even though you've never seen the movies before?"

"I told you I needed to know it for a case," I say, but she's already laughing too hard to hear me.

Even though it's still relatively early afternoon by the time we arrive at the park, hardly anyone's in it because it's so hot outside. "I'm still not sure if that punishment really counts,"

"The movie didn't even both you much, didn't it? You're only peeved because everyone kept thinking I was your girlfriend." She pauses.

She pauses. "Which is ridiculous considering you wouldn't want a girlfriend? Which is crazy, isn't it?" She asks, looking at me.

I turn to look at her, and really look at her. A part of me keeps screaming to turn away, to stop looking, but I keep staring. My brain is on haywire, memorising and categorising every detail about her, and I want to remember every detail. I want to remember how her freckles are scattered across her cheeks like stars, how her wide brown eyes light up when she realises something. I want to remember every wild wisp of hair blowing in the breeze. I want to remember her, and this moment so badly, I can't help but look at her. I can't help but keep staring like this is the last time I'll see