I felt so nervous while we walked to the main entrance of the closed building in front of me. The “Closed" sign was there shining in front of me as a joke. I was going to get in there and there was no going back. This was definitely a weird way to fix things.

I couldn't help it anymore.

“ What are we exactly doing here?” I asked louder than my nerves would allowed me to.

“ I told you! We're watching a movie," His smile was wider than before as he spread his strong arm around my shoulder.

“ It is not open, Max. I'm not going to get in there.  Is private property!” I took his arm off my shoulders and then pointed to the white sign with small red letters that read “Property of Francis Brothers. Do Not Trespass"  

“ Jess, what do you think I am? A Juvenile delinquent? Do you really believe that I'm going to break the law?” He asked in disbelief. His eyes looking into my guilty eyes, hands sweating in my lap as he looked deep into them. “ Do you really believe that!”

“ I'm not saying you are one, but everyone knows you're not a saint.  You have done a lot of things lately that you shouldn't be proud of," I murmured feeling my cheeks get hotter by the second, confessing to him that I knew about his life more than he thought. 

“ Oh! The magnificent Jessica is talking about how my behavior has been lately.  How would she know what I've been up to if she was avoiding me like I had  malaria?” The mock in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“  I've done some research. The fact that I avoided being your friend doesn't mean I didn't care," I said heated up by the moment,still hurt by the mocking tone he used.

“Research...I see. It's very contradicting that you care so much, but don't want to be my friend?” his voice sounded more dangerous as he approached me, his stare intimidating me as he drew closer to me.

“ Look I just want to know if there is a chance I'm going to end up in jail tonight”  I avoided his question.  He knew I was avoiding it to. I started praying he didn't push it further than it should go. The answer to that question was complicated and contradicting.

“ So are we avoiding this talk now? You know that one day we will have to talk about it?” He pressed the subject,annoying me as he didn't have a clue that it was all because of him. “ I'm not a gang member neither am I a delinquent. Oh! maybe you thought I killed someone as an initiation for some gang or sold drugs, seriously Jessica do you think I'm that stupid or is it  the idea of me being the dangerous asshole you think I am a good excuse in itself  to stay away from me? Do you realise I'm not perfect enough to be in your precious  little bubble?” His voice was dangerously low as if it hurt his throat to say those words out loud. His face only reflected how much my accusations hurt him.

“  I know we have to talk about it. Tonight was the moment that we were both in a good mood from the start. I never said you were any of those things, but you can't blame me for thinking this could have been one of those times. You have broken the law so many times before Max.. I don't live in some perfect bubble.. Trust me I know where I'm standing on every subject that crosses my path." I didn't recognize my voice when the confidence suddenly filled it. 

" That's the thing Jess. You know nothing and out of all the people I thought would judge me you were the only one I always thought that wouldn't. I can see I was wrong.  There's no point in being here anymore," Hurt and defeat filling his voice.. His voice sent my heart to my stomach.  I began to feel like the worst person in the world.

He needed someone to understand and here I was again judging him.  He turned around to walk back to the car when my hand reached his and pulled him back.

“ I don't know what happens to me when it comes to you. I knew you. I knew every tiny thing about you.  Even how you got that scar on your lip or how much you hated your father for what he did to your mother. I knew things no one else did. Now, I don't. That scares me. I have heard a lot of things Max. A lot.  It scares me that I don't know you anymore," My voice lost it’s confidence as I opened up a part of my heart.

He looked at me and that blank stare filled with unresolved anger left his face as he let out a breath that  I didn't know he was holding back. He pulled his hand that I was holding away from me. He lifted my chin to meet his eyes as we locked them together he began to smile.

“ Oh Jess, I just ask you to give me a chance to show you that even if those rumors were true I'm still the same Maxwell that cried in your bed the night my mother died or the same one who died his hair blue just because you wanted to see how it looked," His voice was a sweet melody to my ears. He remembered us. Our friendship and for now that was enough to trust him.

“ Then let's forget about this and get inside" I said with determination, landing my eyes on the door in front of us.

“ To go in there means that you trust me, Jess. Do you trust me?” His lips moved slowly as I registered what he had said. What he was asking from me. I was scared to trust him again,  but I wanted to try and let my feelings out there.

If I wanted to make him fall for me. To show him that I'm someone he can fall for,that I'm perfect for him. From the very start I knew I was perfect for him. I just have to let go of my inhibitions and just trust him. Just trust that no matter what he has my best interests at heart. That he will never hurt me and that I will always be safe with him. Just trust him. That’s all I had to do.

“  I do, Max" I smiled sweetly and then bit my lower lip.

For a second his eyes landed on my lips and then moved to my brown eyes. He looked for something on his pocket and placed it in my hand.. A key.

“You see? I have the key," He reached the handle and put the key in the lock. He opened the door with a simple twist. 

“  How did you get it?” I asked, trying to hide the worrying tone in my voice.

“ Is that a trustless tone I hear there?” He raised his eyebrows looking at me knowingly.

“ No. I'm just naturally curious” 

We entered the dusty theater were a pair of sodas and popcorn were waiting for us on the candy bar. Everything was covered in dust, but the lights made it look mysteriously old fashioned.  The main entrance was illuminated by two small wall lamps that set a romantic mood instantly.

“ I know the owner.  I worked here a few months before they closed it. I asked her for a little favor and she was thrilled to let me use it one  last time. They will demolished it tomorrow morning," He said looking around with a certain nostalgia in his eyes. He smiled widely when his eyes found the door to the production room.

“ That means we will be the last ones to watch a movie in here, right? ” I thought about how special it sounded to have a unique night like this to remember.  Friends did these type of things for each other, right?

I mean he was definitely making a great effort to become friends again. He used to do these insane things when we were friends.

“ Yes ," He took the large popcorn and handed it to me and then he grabbed the sodas.

“ It sounds like a huge thing. We will forever have this in our memories. The last ones ever to watch a movie in this majestic building. In a building that has been entertaining people for hundred of years. Warm and cosy. Bringing amazing movies to the world.. We are the last two people who are going to stand here, sit in those chair and use the wide screen...it feels good" I said bug-eyed. Mesmerized by the importance of being here.

I had a good feeling knowing that this place carried so much history with it. It told a story with it’s very existence. It was such an inspiring feeling.

“ I missed that shine in your eyes when you get excited about things no one else would. I'm glad this date has the effect I wanted," He was beatific, looking at me with his meaningful look, an amazed expression behind it.

“ A date?” I looked at him deepening my look.I didn't let it go easily and tried to joke about it. Little did I know I was going to feel more unsettled after his answer.

“ Yeah a date. Like a friendly date," His voice sounded doubtful while he scratched the back of his neck with a quizzical look.

I was joking,  but somehow I thought I would hear a different answer. It was going to be hard to stop being this self conscious and trust that I could make him fall for me.

“ Which movie are we watching tonight?”

“ Our favorite classic movie" he sounded excited.

“Pillow Talk?” a small smile curled up on my lips. It was the first classic movie we watched before becoming obsessed with the classic movies between the twenties and eighties. 

He nodded as he lead me to take my sit in front of the wide screen.

“ I'll be right back" he whispered, enthusiastically while running off to the projection room.

I saw the screen turning white and the credits rolling down on the screen. It was frequently used to put the credits first in the movies. After a few seconds I felt Max sitting on the sit next to mine.

He took the popcorn and we focused on the movie. I tried to enjoyed it, but he was too close to me. I couldn't stop taking quick side glances to enjoy his smile or contagious laugh at the funny things on the screen. On one of those times, out of the sudden, he caught me staring at him. I felt my cheeks burning with the heat of the embarrassment I felt. I immediately looked back at the screen with a small smirk on my lips.

He was staring too.

“ You need to stop--" he was cut off by his phone ringing while the characters had their first argument in person.  He looked at me and sighed before looking for his phone.

I fixed my eyes on the movie, trying to give him some space, but my ears were still in the same place as him.

“ Hello" he whispered annoyed on the phone.

“ I know, but I'm busy right now. Do you really need me there?” he asked, rolling his eyes and then narrowing them until they closed. He pressed the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm down the evident sudden anger that arose in him. “ Okay. I'll be there" he let out a soft resigned sigh.

His face turned to me. I felt the soft change in position through my vision and then I looked back at him. Something was bothering him and it was something that made him angry and impotent. He held my hand and took a quick look at the screen and then back at me with an apologetic look.

“  We have to go" he whispered, not leaving my eyes for one second.

I didn't hide the disappointment as I bit my lower lip. I nodded, trying to understand whatever was happening and let it be. I was curious, but I could make things worse by asking impertinent questions.

He didn't let go of my hand as he took the sodas and popcorn and placed them on the floor. He helped me stand up to walk out of the movies and into the candy bar again.

“ What about the movie?”

“ I'll come back later tonight and turn it off. I have to take the equipment back to Mrs. Francis. Don't worry about it" he explained fast as he walked taking big steps. 

We heard his phone ringing again and that made him walk faster, leaving me behind. He opened the door of the main entrance when he stopped on his tracks and turned back to me.

“ Can you hurry up?” he asked desperately when he saw me behind him.

“ Remember I can't run. I have to take it easy" I explained between short cups of breath. 

“ I'm sorry" he waited for me and interviewed his hands with mine. “ I'm sorry that tonight didn't end as you thought it would. I promise we will do more things together” 

“ That's fine" I said lowly.

The drive back to my house was silent and tense. His phone kept ringing every two minutes. I was worried, but I promised to trust him and I trusted he would tell me if there was something wrong. His phone buzzed again and he took the call.

“ Stop calling me. I told you I will be there. I already told you I was fucking busy and still you told me to come over. So wait the fuck up for a little longer" his low rough voice sent a nervous tingling to my stomach. He closed the call and through his phone to the back of the car.

“ I'm sorry about that. The constant calls were getting on my nerves" his voices was now soft, but still with a hint of roughness.

I have never seen him this angry before. I dared to ask him some of the million questions I had in my mind.

“  What's going on?” my eyes were still wide open in shock after the way he talked on the phone.

“ Jessica, don't ask questions if you don't want to hear the answers”

The silence only grew wider while I looked at him with my lips partly open. I was more shocked now because he was being an asshole. Whatever put him in that mood was big and maybe it would scare me to death.

He parked in front of my house. I stared at him not recognizing his blue eyes deep as the ocean. At that moment they were unknown to me filled with rage and annoyance.

“ Who was it?” I couldn't stop asking questions.  I was naturally curious and more when it is about him.

“ I told you. You don't want to know--" I cut him because I really needed the answers.

“ Just tell me!” I demanded getting heated up with anger. He thought he knew me and he was completely wrong.

We weren't the same anymore.

“ My girlfriend”