Best Movie Ever

                                        

                                              
If you pointed a gun at the back of my head and asked me what movie we watched, I wouldn't have been able to tell you.
We were all hanging out. Then everyone else had stuff to do.
I still went to the movie.
So did he.
I bought popcorn. He bought drinks.
We sat together. Why not? We were hanging out.
The movie started. Someone got blown up—typical summer blockbuster crap.
I don't know when it happened, but one of us moved.
We were both wearing shorts. Our bare legs touched. 
Nobody moved again for the whole movie.