Labels: novel
"Why are we watching that?" Naqi pointed his finger at a nearby cardboard resemblance of Nicholas Cage. An old version of the blockbustor acter.
"Because, you told me you needed to get out and smell the fresh air. I figured, why not watch a movie?" Caleb persisted.
"One would think," he paused to look at the ticket in his hands, clearly bemused, and clearly choosing his words wisely, "that i would have learnt my lesson two years ago when you dragged me to the opera house."
"You never learn. Next, is a nice movie. You'd love it. Trust me."
"Of all the things i do, i can never understand why i always, and i mean always, give in to you. By any chance, are you uniquely telephatic?" Caleb grinned at the sarcasm in his tone.
"My sister is coming with us. She can't wait to meet you, not after the interesting details i told her about you." He dismissed Naqi's question. Fire with fire.
"Now wait just a second, you never mentioned girls. And is she the one you always tried to invite whenever we hang out these days? Oh bother, i can never trust myself in the presence of women. I squirm, insufferably."
"I believe you are right on that one," Caleb agreed, "but i have decided to have faith in you anyway."
"Rather kind of you." Naqi sighed.
"Indeed."
Naqi narrowed his eyes at the smirking figure of Caleb. "So, what did you really do to ascertain her presence here?".
"Like i said, i told her about you."
"Liar."
"You do treat me odaciously, do you know that?" Caleb bellowed.
"It's a defence mechanism, i'm afraid. One that has kept me alive for many years." Naqi replied, resisting the urge to question him further.
Naqi looked over Caleb's shoulder. He had caught sight of a girl staring at him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that she found him entertaining.
In the same way he found centipedes and milipedes entertaining.
She was beautiful, he thought. Her lips lush, and her eyes a meaningful shade. Not an overwhelming beauty that Men his age would clearly gravel for. He shook his head. Quite taken by surprise at his privy thoughts.
Naqi turned back to Caleb, motioning towards the girl standing behind him. Caleb spun around at an alarming speed.
"Thought you could snap my neck from behind, did you, little Eloise?" Caleb held his hands up, a fairly awkward stance.
"Not quite, but surely somewhere along those lines, brother." She replied in the most charming voice.
"Thank goodness i brought my friend here, saved my life he did," Caleb nodded towards Naqi, "He has a rather keen eye, don't you think?"
"Ah, the reputable Naqi, i presume. It's a shame, i almost had him if it weren't for you." She blinked at him. Very much amused.
"Th- Thank you." He managed to squek an answer. Eloise was highly, profoundly, exceedingly intellectual. Much like her brother. He stared at her eyes. Her blue eyes. It made him uncomfortable.
Eloise smiled blandly, pleased with herself for his reaction. Clearly, she was intimidating to most men.
"And what brings you here, Miss Eloise?" he asked. "I didn't know you were a great fan of Nicholas Cage." Naqi smiled back, revived and replenished.
"It was all Caleb's doing, i'm afraid." Eloise coughed as she said so.
"Dear sister, i was quite certain that you were intereste- " Caleb stopped mid-sentence, Eloise's elbow firmly nested on his stomach. Her cheeks were pink.
"Alright then," Caleb clutched his shirt, hurting, "I'm obviously overjoyed by the intriguing introductions earlier. Shall we proceed to the theater, or do you kids need some time to chat?"
"Not at all," the reply came from both of them. Eloise looked up at him with those startlingly blue eyes. Naqi felt his jaw stiffen. He was clearly annoyed. Eloise, he thought, was full of wit and tact. "This is going to be a long day," Naqi scanned his ticket. "A rather tough one," he added.
"Let's get to it then. Nicholas Cage it is." Caleb cheered.