The movie was more boring than unpacking. It had been Andy and Stef's turn to pick, so of course they chose some mindless romance with more kissing than dialogue. I was stuck between Mouth, who was surprisingly quiet, and Chunk, who didn't seem to understand half of what the girls in the movie said or did. Mikey sat in front of us with Data and the two had to silently endure the kernels being thrown at them by some idiot jocks in the row behind us that enjoyed torturing Goonies on their days off. I bit the inside of my cheek when they started targeting me, as well, and I prayed I'd have the sanity to keep my bucket in my lap instead of chucking it in their faces.

Mouth looked like he wanted to join in, but he had nothing to throw. He stared at the bucket on my lap like if he looked hard enough, it would magically appear in his hands. After a minute of uncomfortable scrutiny, I surrendered the bucket to him, apologizing in my mind to Mikey, the one Goonie I didn't mind being around.

Instead of chucking a handful at the back of Mikey's head like the traitorous dork I knew he was, Mouth took the bucket, turned around in his seat, raised the bucket above his head, and turned it over, raining popcorn on one, and slamming the empty bucket on the other jock's head. I burst out laughing, making Andy glare at me from a couple of seats down, and then give me a look of horror.

"Run!" Mouth hissed, bolting one way down the row. I realized one of the jocks was out of his seat, chasing the blabbermouth down the aisle. I leapt up and jumped over the seats in front of me, praying that I wouldn't fall and be caught by the other lout. Mikey laughed and Data started to cheer when the bully behind me stumbled over the seat and fell flat on his face.

"Now this is more interesting than kissing!" Chunk cheered excitedly, standing up to get a better view. I rolled my eyes and waited for his famous line. "This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen!" he exclaimed, "Aw, crud." I heard him mutter when he realized his extra-large grape slushie had splattered all over him.

Mouth was still weaving through the audience and jumping over rows of seats, with the first jerk, Troy, chasing after him. Troy didn't seem to notice my foot until he was kissing the sticky candy and syrupy soda-covered floor. Mouth whipped around when he realized the threat was down and was mumbling about telling his dad. Troy couldn't pull himself up off of the floor, so he just lay there, looking like he wanted to cry.

Mouth grinned and stepped on Troy's shoulder in a victorious pose, declaring, "The foul troll of the movie theater has been vanquished! Once again, the day is saved by-!"

"Shut up!" a couple of teenage girls hissed, throwing candy and popcorn at the spiky-haired boy. I snicker, catching his attention. He grabbed Data's bucket of popcorn (Data had come down to laugh at Troy) and threw a kernel at me before grabbing a handful to munch on. I dodged it and snatched the bucket away from him, forcing it back into Data's arms. Andy glared at me from up high in the seats, so I decided it was time to leave.

I turned on my heel and stalked out of the theater, my hood pulled over my ears and my hands deep in my pockets. I thought I heard quiet footsteps behind me, but I ignored them as I trudged through the front doors to the lobby. Figuring it was Mikey or Stef, I just continued on my way, not daring to look back.

The cold autumn air stung after being in the hot theater for almost two hours. I sped up on my way home, trying to lose the Goonie that was following me. The footsteps didn't become and faster, they just continued with their lazy pace. Suddenly, I realized that the jocks could have decided to follow me to get revenge for their injured pride. Without thinking, I started to sprint around random corners, darting down alleyways and across backyards. Whoever was following me was good; they found me every time I slowed down. Eventually I figured I should face the bully head-on. I pulled a quick turn around the park corner, shot across to the woods, darted behind a tree, and waited for the person to run past. I wasn't disappointed; a brunet suddenly whisked by, only stopping to look left and right. I took that split second of his hesitation to attack.

I pushed myself off of the tree trunk with one leg and caught the stalker by the shoulders, bringing my knee forcefully to his middle back. I brushed my bangs out of my left eye to get a better look at the writing figure on the grassy ground. He rolled over and I stood over him, gaping.

"P-Payback, huh?" Mouth wheezed.