When I was in ninth grade, my sisters and I went to see The Last Song in theater. If you haven’t seen it, just know that if you have a heart, it will make you cry. I used a whole box of tissues when I read the book. Not even kidding.
Now. When the movie ended I was crying those hiccupy sobs that are super embarrassing and I couldn’t stop, and my sisters were laughing at me, and then I was laugh crying which is worse. And then I noticed a group of college aged people standing up to leave. One of them, a very cute guy, noticed me crying, laughed, and then pointed his finger at me to show his friends. They proceeded to laugh at me. I, of course, started crying harder.
It took me a minute to stop the hiccuping/crying/laughing. It was a fun day at the movies.