Kristy and Bart are just good friends. Right?

Bart bought the popcorn - no butter, lots of salt - and two sodas, and we walked into the theater. Bart began edging into the third-to-the-back row.

"Too far," I said. "Let's go closer."

Bart was already plopping himself into a seat. "I bought the popcorn," he said with a grin, "so I get to choose where we sit."

"Maybe we can rent binoculars," I remarked.

But I sat. As the lights dimmed, I reached for the popcorn.

Bart put his arm around the back of my seat. "Is it salty enough?" he asked.

"Fome," I replied. (I was trying to say fine, but my mouth was full.)

Bart's arm landed on my shoulder as the previews came on.

The movie's opening scene was so exciting. I forgot about my appetite. It quickly spun into a complicated plot about an international smuggling ring. A car chase, a disappearing motorboat, a footrace over some city rooftops - I loved it.

Eventually the movie bogged down in the love scene, when the male and female leads do just what everyone has expected them to do. I start snoozing.

I could feel my eyelids growing heavier. On-screen, an actor playing a spy was looking all gooey-eyed at an undercover policewoman. His big face looked closer...closer...so close you could see his skin pores...

I felt something warm on my left cheek.

I jerked away. Bart was inches away, leaning over my seat.

He laughed. I laughed. I settled back into my seat.

And then Bart kissed me.

Kristy + Bart = ?
Published by Scholastic Inc. 1996
ISBN: 059022879X