Kieran & Drew by L. A. Gilbert Read Free Book Online Page B

this, you little gangster.”
     
“We’re going to see a movie!” Travis literally hopped from one foot to the other.
    “What?” Matt looked between Kieran and Drew. “You just fleeced me for two comic books; I’m not taking you to the movies as well.” He looked up at Kieran and Drew again. “Which one of you assholes put that in his head?”
“You said asshole !” Travis chimed happily. “We get to go see a movie!”
     
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
     
Travis threw his hands in the air in triumph. “And now I get popcorn!”
     
“This kid has a life of crime ahead of him,” Drew stagewhispered to Kieran.
     
“Look, let’s just go get something to eat for now, yeah?” Matt dragged his brother by the back of his T-shirt out of the store.
    They made it to the burger house, but fries and a Coke weren’t enough to satisfy a nine-year-old who had his mind set on what he wanted. Travis’s insistent pleas had them standing outside the movie house, looking up at the dot-matrix text of what was showing.
“Oh man!” Kieran grabbed Drew’s arm unconsciously and shook it. “They’re showing old Hitchcock movies!”
    “You like the old scary films too, huh?” Drew asked, feeling unexpectedly pleased as Kieran gripped his arm, and disappointed when he dropped it.
“Yeah, I love them.” He looked at Drew. “I never thought I’d meet another weirdo my own age who likes old cinema like me.”
    “I love scary shit and old shit. Hitchcock, Frank Capra films….” “Look!” Kieran pointed at the billing. “They’re showing Rope .” “No, no. Let’s see The Birds .”
    “Um, when you say old scary movies… how scary are we talking?” Matt asked, playing it casual. His brother leaned against his leg, munching on popcorn. He nodded down at Travis. “You know, because of the T-man.”
    Drew snorted. “Yeah, because of Travis .” He looked at Kieran, grinning. “Matt’s actually a throwback from the eighties. He loves all those corny films where the kids wear oversized sweaters and legwarmers.”
    “Oh, oh!” Kieran laughed. “Films where the guys hold boom boxes outside the girl’s bedroom window, and walk across the football field with their fist in the air?”
    “That’s it!” Drew laughed.
“You both suck, you know that?” Matt griped.
“D’awww,” Drew pouted, slinging an arm over Matt’s shoulders. “Are widdle us being mean?”
    Matt shoved Drew’s arm off of him and nudged Travis in the butt with his knee for laughing. “Say what you like, but I’d rather be a throwback than a freak who watches the kind of shit you two do.”
    “You know…,” Kieran began. “Statistically, as teenagers we’re supposed to be into action junk, like Transformers or something.” He laughed when both Drew and Matt shivered dramatically.
“Fucking Michael Bay . He gets a pass on the first Transformers film, but not the second or third,” Drew stated with utter authority. Matt laughed. “Yup. Getting rid of Megan Fox? Dumb. And dare I mention Pearl Harbor ?”
     
“I think Team America summed up that movie quite well—” Drew began.
     
“What’s Team America ?” Travis asked.
    Matt immediately pointed a finger at Drew, shutting him up when Drew grinned wide and opened his mouth to speak. “It’s nothing, kid,” he said to Travis, and then to Drew: “He is not seeing that film. I’d be grounded for a week, so don’t go getting it into his head.”
    “What is it?” Travis chimed impatiently.
“It’s nothing; it’s just a film with puppets.”
“Like with Kermit and Miss Piggy?”
“No, it’s by the guys who make South Park,” Matt provided with waning patience.
     
“Cool!” Travis tugged on his brother’s arm. “I want to go see that.”
    Matt groaned. “We can’t, it’s not showing. But there’s others….” He looked at Drew and Kieran. “So this bird film, I don’t suppose it’s animated, with an after-school-special vibe?”
    “Well,” Kieran