An Extremely Goofy Movie Bradley Uppercrust Iii Novels & Stories

“That was the best dinner anyone has ever cooked for me.” “Ready for dessert?” he asked. They both groaned and put up their hands in protest. “How about a movie, first?” Mike asked. “Which one?” Mike liked some really weird shit, like those Christopher Guest movies. Not “The Princess Bride,” which was a classic even Dylan liked, but the ones where people talked to each other like they were on some pretentious stage doing improv designed by a philosophy professor at a dog show as filmed by the Farrelly brothers.

"I'm all ears." I started to cough, desperate to think of an excuse that wouldn't make me sound like a complete moron. "Um…we were just talking about…um, some funny movie I just saw?" "A funny movie," he repeated. His smirk grew, and he didn't believe me for a second. Quite rightly, really-we were crap liars. "Yeah!" Isabella jumped in, her voice a little over-eager. "It was a comedy. You know, one of those comedies that's really slapstick and goofy? Lots of…um…dancing?"

She looked very stunning at that moment, licking off the chicken sauce from her lips. “Yeah,” she smiled. “Pretty serious.” The next line on the screen asked the same question. He turned his head to the phone, and chuckled slightly. “Nicely played.” The three hour movie went through like a breeze as they talked, ate, and argued in-between scenes. “That's the dumbest movie I've ever watched,” Luca said as soon as the credits rolled. “No wonder Lev fell asleep.” “But you didn't,” she said in a soft voice that made him stop and look at her.

he said simply, reaching over to squeeze my shoulder, "Figure that out first, everything else can wait." I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "Alright, enough heavy stuff," Adrian announced, grabbing the remote. "I found the perfect movie, it's called 'The Proposal' and it looks absolutely ridiculous." "I've seen it like ten times." “Perfect, then you can quote along," he said, pressing play. "Now help me open this popcorn before I break a tooth." We settled in, blankets and snacks spread between us, the opening credits rolling on the screen, and for the first time in days I felt like I could actually breathe.

Twenty minutes later we were in the massive home theater upstairs watching some terrible action movie while sharing expensive popcorn. I laughed harder than I should’ve when Reed started criticizing every unrealistic fight scene. “That’s physically impossible,” he muttered at the screen. “You sound offended.” “I am offended.” “You’re such a hater.” “You’re enjoying this too much.” Because somewhere between the beach and the movie and the teasing and the quiet touches against my arm...I forgot to feel miserable for a little while.

Nothing off-limits, just more than normal. After we cleaned up dinner we all hit the den for a two-movie marathon. "Perfect Pitch' one and two. Yeah, I know, dumb girlie movies, but I think they're funny. I love Rebel Wilson's ad-libs, not that I heard many this time. Molly was texting me. We each had a big recliner, another dad, "find". He said they fell off the truck, sigh. It was comical. Three people two feet away from each other, all texting somebody. Halfway through the first movie, Molly started it.

he says, his voice rougher than he intended. He presses play on the movie. The opening credits roll, a upbeat pop song playing. They eat in comfortable silence for a while, the pizza hot and stringy, the smoothie cold and sweet. As the movie progresses, the plot thickens into a chaotic mix of misunderstandings and slapstick humor. They begin to laugh. It starts as a chuckle, then grows into a full-bodied laugh as the protagonist trips over a wedding cake. Ryder leans forward, grabbing a slice of pizza, and Adrian shifts closer to point at a detail on the screen.

*** After the wedding, the first to show up and apologize was that pack of trashy friends. Bruce was the one who knocked—bruised face, arm in a sling, eyes serious. The apology actually sounded real. I didn't need to ask what happened. I could guess. Henry stood beside me and said, "You don't have to forgive them." And he was right. I'd started college bright-eyed, full of potential... and slowly got dragged down by the jokes, the dares, the garbage Gideon and his crew pulled at my expense. Before they left, they dropped one last bit of news: Gideon and Olivia were done.

Previews are already playing and we sit wondering what we’d want to see that the higher ups would watch too. I smile because I don’t care to be honest how many other pack members can say I watched a movie with our alpha and Luna on my birthday. At this point I’d watch every chick flick on earth just to be able to say that. The movie is starting the marvel comics are shown and I wonder which movie it is getting even more excited hoping it’s one of my favorite. When the title screen appears and my friend Brad says no way it’s not out till Sunday and Phillip just screams. I just stare as the movie starts and we all watch what I didn’t even know if I’d be able to see at all nonetheless on releas

MJ asked. “No chic flick.” Jake said. “No jock crap.” Jessi responded. “How about Madea’s movie? I bought the whole set, but haven't watched all of them yet.” MJ explained. Everyone agrees. They watch it and laugh. Those movies are so funny. “You go mama!” Jessi shouted. “Lord Jessi.” MJ said. “Well mama is finally gonna live it up with her new man!” Jessi stated. “I want to get me some. Bed? Now?” Jared whispered.