“You don’t want to, I don’t know, see a movie or something?” Oliver asks out of nowhere.
“I really shouldn’t.”
“Sam told me you like musicals,” he says randomly. “It’s iconic musical month at the theater. It’s right down the street.”
“I don’t know, Oliver…” I say, trying to let him down easy. “What are they even playing?”
“It changes every week,” Oliver says. He checks his phone. “Tonight is…Little Shop of Horrors.Have you heard of it?”
“Of course I have. It’s one of my favorite musicals.”
“Mine too.”
“I’ve seen it a dozen times.”
“Same.”
“You know, I even tried making Sam watch it with me,” I say, sitting down again. “But he wouldn’t. He said it sounded scary.”
Oliver laughs. “It’s not supposed to be scary!”
I lean into the table. “I know! But you know Sam. He doesn’t like musicals.”
“Oh my god—that wassoannoying about him,” Oliver says with an eye roll.
“It really was!”
For a moment, it’s like we forgot what happened. Then Oliver stops smiling as we both remember again. Things turn quiet. I try to bring us back to the conversation. “Is there even a showing right now?” I ask.
Oliver checks his phone again. “There’s one in ten minutes…” He looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
I tap my fingers on the table, trying to decide.
After a moment or so, Oliver says, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
The ticket booth manager scowls as we burst out of the theater in song. The ushers had basically kicked us out for disrupting the lobby with all our laughter. The movie was as wonderful as I remembered! Maybe it’s because I’ve heard it a million times, but I’m singing it in my head as we’re leaving. I never thought I’d have so much fun with Oliver. He kept throwing popcorn at thescreen and singing along to the musical numbers. Thankfully we were the only ones in there watching. I’m so glad I decided to see it again with him. Then I remember Sam. There’s an ache of guilt in my chest. He always wanted Oliver and me to be friends someday. He should have been here to enjoy the movie with us, even if he hated musicals.The three of us, finally together.
It’s already dark out. The neon lights of the marquee illuminate the streets as we begin our walk home. I see the songs are stuck in Oliver’s head, too. He grabs a streetlamp and swings around it like Don Lockwood inSingin’ in the Rain,as he sings out loud.
“Suddenly Seymour, is standing beside you…”
Another time I might be embarrassed, but I can’t help smiling as Oliver keeps singing.
“You don’t need no makeup, don’t have to pretend…”
At one point I join in, too, as we continue our walk.
“Wow,” Oliver says. “It never gets old, you know?”
“I know. It’s really, what’s the word—” I pause. “Timeless.”
“Was it just me, or did the man-eating plant look bigger than I remember?”
“It might have been the screen.”
“That makes sense,” Oliver says, nodding. “Man, but don’t you lovethe ending? It’s so perfect, right? How Audrey finally gets everything she dreamed of. A quiet life, a house in the suburbs, a toaster… andSeymour! She never asked for too much, you know? That’s the thing. It really makes you feel good.”
“It really does,” I agree. “But did you know that wasn’t the original ending? They actually had to go back and refilm it.”
