Don't OC'ers go to the movies?, Riles/Presto

[Preston Scott]

Preston walked into the movie theatre with his arm around Riley's shoulders, walking towards the ticket booth. "Uhm.." He paused, rolling his eyes. How had he gotten himself dragged into doing this? "Two for 'John Tucker Must Die'.." He said, ignoring the chuckle that fell from pubescent teen's mouth. Preston threw a fifty at the kid, grabbed the tickets from the machine before he could even speak, and walked away.

"I'm so fucking whipped." He admitted with a small groan and a roll of his eyes.

[Riley Conrad]

Riley walked into the theatre with Preston. She had convinced him thhat 'John Tucker Must Die' would be good because it was full of hot girls in the movie. "I'm so fucking whipped." Riley smirked and nodded her head. "I've been saying this for ages, it's about time you realized this." She said, leaning up and kissing Preston's lips quickly as they got in line to get food for the movie.

"Do my boobs look big in this shirt?" She asked, looking down at her own cleavage, then up at her husband.

[Preston Scott]

"Do my boobs look big in this shirt?"

Preston chuckled slightly, nodding his head. "Huge." He promised, leaning down and kissing her temple softly. He kept his arm around her shoulders as they waited on the long line, staring down at her own boobs. Finally, Preston spoke again. "Actually...Did you get implants?" He questioned curiously, his forehead crinkled together in confusion as he looked from his wife's face to her boobs.

Finally, it was their turn and Preston pushed Riley in front of him, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "What do you want, Ri?" He questioned tiredly, knowing damn well he wasn't going to enjoy this movie one bit.

[Riley Conrad]

"Actually...Did you get implants?"

Riley smirked. "Actually...do you want me to cut your dick off tonight while you are sleeping?" She asked, rolling her eyes. "What do you want, Ri?" Riley scanned the menu. "Small popcorn, a small coke annnd...milkduds." She said, then looked up at Preston.

"Are you getting anything babycakes?" She asked, winking at him.

[Preston Scott]

"Are you getting anything babycakes?"

Preston laughed, shaking his head. "Bottle of water." He told the girl behind the counter, watching as she scrambled around to get them their food. Preston put a twenty down onto the table and patiently waited for his change, finally detatching himself from Riley all together and leaning against the counter. The woman smiled and handed it to him, causing Preston to laugh once again. "Thanks." He told her, shoving the money into his wallet, watching as Riley gathered her food.

"Let's get this over with."

[Riley Conrad]

"Let's get this over with."

Riley sent the lady behind the counter a rude look. "She was eyeing you funny. Didn't she see the huge rock on my finger? What a hoe!" She said loudly, fakely smirking when the girl glanced over at her. "He's mine you skank!" She yelled, holding up her ring finger. Wait, did she honestly just freak out like that? Jesus, she DID get jealous really easily.

[Preston Scott]

"She was eyeing you funny. Didn't she see the huge rock on my finger? What a hoe!"

Preston stopped walking and turned around, completely taken back. Was she actually getting mad at this girl for smiling at him? Wow, he was married to a freaken' psychopath. "Riley.." He warned, sounding more like her father than her husband, still Riley didn't stop, telling the woman that Preston was hers, before calling her a skank. Okay, what was happening? "Riley, jesus christ!" He repromanded, grabbing onto his wife's waist and pulling her away from the woman.

"It's her job to be friendly." He explained, leaning down and kissing her forehead. With that, Preston turned towards the woman and sent her a wave and a smile. "I'm sorry." He apologized for Riley before grabbing onto her arm and dragging her into the packed theatre, sitting down in the last row. Oh GREAT. He's stuck with a bunch of fifteen year old girls. Fun.

[Riley Conrad]

"I'm sorry."

Why was he apologizing to the skank? Oh whatever. Riley was dragged into the theatre and sat down beside Preston, but was also beside a a guy, a really HOT guy. (Everyone pretend that it isn't the same person as Ryan heehee. Uhm...how fucking HOT is that piccah of Ben? Daaaamn). Riley smiled at him. "Hey hot boy." She said, sending him a flirty smile. She turned back to Preston.

"Can I please have my popcorn?" She asked.

[Preston Scott]

Preston rolled his eyes and nodded, putting the popcorn into her hands and completely ignoring her comment. Seriously, sometimes he wished he could just cheat on her. Now, of course, was one of those times. He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes, getting ready to block out Riley and her flirti-ness with the guy next to her.

[Riley Conrad]

Riley noticed Preston being...quiet. She smirked and moved herself as close to him as possible, putting his arm around her. "Baby...don't be a party pooper just because there's a hot boy sitting beside me. You know I only want to have sex with you. And Johnny Depp." She admitted, popping some popcorn in her mouth and smirking.

"He's my old man crush. You are the love of my life." She said, leaning up and kissing his cheek loudly.

[Preston Scott]

"He's my old man crush. You are the love of my life."

Preston smirked and nodded his head as he playfully rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say." He promised her, keeping his arm wrapped around her shoulders just for the hell of it. Preston sighed quietly and looked around the movie theatre, realizing that the majority of the people in there were young girls. Jesus Christ. "Look, I'm bored..Can we see something else?" He asked her, rolling his eyes.

[Riley Conrad]

"Look, I'm bored..Can we see something else?"

Riley rolled her eyes. "No! God, we're seeing this movie, so deal." She said, then pulled away from him and sat in her seat, looking at the movie screen as the previews began. She continued eating her popcorn and ignoring her ASS of a husband, until she seen a girl sit next to Preston. She looked at them through the corner of her eye and noticed her send Preston a flirty smile. "Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Chad Michael Murray?" Riley rolled her eyes and contained her laughter. What a cheesy pickup line.

[Preston Scott]

Preston groaned quietly and rolled his eyes, but stopped when he noticed a hot blonde sit next to him. He smirked somewhat at her, but didn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that he thought she was hot. Preston stared forward as the previews started, listening to the girl speak. He turned to face her, shaking his head. "Actually..No." He admitted, holding his hand out for her to shake. "Preston Scott." He greeted with that dashing dimpled smile of his, smiling even wider as she shook his hand.

"Christina." She said with a smirk, her eyes glimmering as she spoke. Preston raised his eyebrows and nodded, unable to stop himself from checking her out. "Huh." He said in response, nodding his head.

[Riley Conrad]

"Huh."

Riley attempted to ignore them, but she was Riley...it never happened. She turned her head and noticed the blond skank really close to her husband. "You are really really hot." The blond hoe said, then leaned in and began to kiss her husband. Riley stood up and grabbed her pop, throwing it at the girls white shirt, making sure she got it in the skank's hair.

"Get the FUCK off my husband before I break every single bone in your anorexic body!" She yelled.

[Preston Scott]

Preston felt the girl take a hold of his chin and kiss him and, being a guy, he kissed her back. That is until he felt something wet splatter onto him. Well, the rest of something wet. It was clear that Preston wasn't the target for the drink, but whatever. He stood up almost immediately and grabbed Riley, ignoring her outburst completely. "Riley, stop it." He said in that fatherly tone of his, picking her up and carrying her out of the theatre just as Brittany Snow began to speak in the beginning of the movie.

Finally, he set her back down, shaking his head. "Let's just go home." He decided, not knowing what else to do. Jesus, he couldn't take her anywhere.