the block for tickets to the film, but Justin already had ours so we breezed right in. he headed straight for the refreshment stand. “This is our first movie together.” He ordered two popcorns with butter without even asking me if I wanted one. I hate it when people do that.
“No butter of salt on one of those,” I told the counter guy.
“But that’s the best part,” Justin protested.
“It’s the way I like it,” I said.
Justin shrugged his shoulders and handed me my popcorn
The film was so good I don’t think he noticed that I didn’t eat anything. When I was tempted to have some popcorn, I would imagine the solid fat stuffed into the little holes of each kernel. I was determined not to eat anything until dinner. And I didn’t.
After Maxie Benox’s first number in the film, Justin put his arm around my
shoulder and whispered in my ear, “See why I think you sound like her?”
He kept his arm around me until the film was over.
I wished that the movie would go on forever.
After we left the theatre, someone shouted, “Hey, Justin.”
Justin looked around and waved. “There’s Frank,” he said. He took my hand until we pushed through the crowd until we reached a group of seven Vista kids. I’d seen them around school but I didn’t know any of them. When we got outside, Justin introduced me.
“Maggie’s the lead singer of Vanish,” he said.
A few of those kids were at the Battle of the bands. They said they loved my
singing. They don’t know how I sound now and that I haven’t written a new song in a month. That I probably never will.
“Come on over to the bowling alley with us,” Frank said. “We’re going to eat and roll a few.”
I hoped Justin wouldn’t accept. I’ve only bowled a few times. I knew that I would make a fool of myself.
“Can’t,” Justin told them. “We have a dinner reservation at
Juanita’s.” He put his arm around my waist. I sucked in my breath she he wouldn’t feel my roll of fat.
“Juanita’s!” exclaimed Frank. “Way cool!”
“Have you been there?” Justin asked me.
I shook my head no. I’d heard of Juanita’s and knew that it was a trendy Mexican restaurant.
“If it’s your first time, order a Juanita Burrito,” someone said. “It’s stuffed with rice, beans, chicken, and cheese. And they have the best salsa ever.”
“And don’t forget the guacamole,” Frank added.
“All this food talk it making me hungry,” said another guy. “let’s go.”
There were gone and it was just Justin and me again. He had made dinner
reservations and had turned down a chance to hand with his friends. This was a real date.
Juanita’s was just around the corner from the theatre. It was a good thing we had reservations. The place was mobbed.
We followed the mare d’ past tables piled with plates of overstuffed burritos. How could one person eat all that food?
Our table was in the corner. We’d barely sat down when the brought us hips and
salsa. Justin ordered quicklime. I never eat avocados. They taste great, but they are loaded with calories. And chips are greasy. I decided I wouldn’t eat until the main course.
I wasn’t going to gain back all the weight I lost in one meal.
Justin tried to get me to order a fruit smoothie, but those are loaded with calories too. I saw one on another table. It looked amazing, but I had to show some RESTRAINT.
I ordered a diet soda.
Juanita’s was noisy and the air was heavy with food smells. It was hard to be
heard without shouting.
The waiter handed up menus. “I think we know what I want,” Justin said. He
looked at me. “Juanita’s Burritos, right?”
Wrong.
“I’d like to see what else they have,” I said.
The waiter left and I scanned the menu. Justin tome me all the great dashes he had eaten there. All fattening. How come he’s not fat?
The waiter came back. “I’ll have the house,” I told him.
“And for your main course?” he asked.
“Just the salad,” I
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