Leftist Movie Night

It was 7:30 pm as Ancom walked down the moonlit sidewalk in his green hoodie, bat in one hand and phone in the other. Commie had invited him over to watch a movie. Ancom looked down at his phone and checked the text he had received earlier, finally finding Commie's address in the message. He walked up and knocked on the door; it swiftly opened. Commie was the culprit, with his always infectious smile being the first thing Ancom saw as he peered into the brightly lit home. "Ancom! How are you comrade?"

"Hey Commie! I'm doing good, really glad you asked me over actually. I've been busy culture-warring recently, and I feel like I need a break."

"That's good to hear. I rented a movie, it should be a good time."

"Really? What's it about?"

"There's this monarchist society full of capitalist pigs, the bourgeoisie gorge themselves on extravagant dishes while the proletariats starve."

"Are any of the rich a minority?"

"No."

"Disgusting!"

"It truly is, but there's a bright side. A revolutionary archer redistributes the wealth equally. Come in comrade, it's cold." They headed inside his home, and Ancom noticed the decor. A painting of Marx, and another of Lenin donned the walls of the warm and inviting living room. "Sit down Ancom, I'll get some popcorn for us." Ancom found a comfortable spot on the couch and grabbed a blanket. He looked up at the tv; it was the movie, paused. He heard a beeping coming from the other room. Ancom looked over, only to hear the noise stop and see Commie come out with a bowl of popcorn. Commie sat on the couch as well, and soon they both relaxed, watching the movie. As time passed, Ancom got colder, even his blanket couldn't keep him warm from the frigid winter night. Meanwhile, Commie chuckled to himself seeing his friend shiver while he felt perfectly fine. The long winter nights in Moscow had made him impervious to the cold, so he sat there in his short sleeve shirt and shorts, unfazed. Ancom kept on moving closer and closer to Commie. It went unnoticed at first, but as he inched ever closer to Commie's shoulder, it became harder to ignore. "Comrade, are you cold?"

"H-How c-could you tell?" Laughed Ancom.

"Well, the shivering tipped me off, for one."

"Is it o-okay if I lea-lean on you?"

"It would be perfectly fine Ancom." Smiled Commie. He listened to his breathing on his shoulder, slow and steady. In. Out. In. Out. He couldn't help relaxing to the calming presence of his friend. To make himself more comfortable, he unconsciously moved his arm around Ancom. He joked with his friend about the film, pointing out how unrealistic it was, how in real life the people would rise up against their oppressors in mass. Ancom laughed along, glad to be with someone who truly wanted him around. Certainly both Auth-Right and Ancom hated him, and Centrists supported a racist system. Commie was always there for him, his one true friend. As Commie tried to pick up a handful of popcorn, so did Ancom. They accidentally grabbed each other's hands. "Oh, I'm-"

"Shhh…" whispered Ancom. They laid there for a moment. Ancom looked up at Commie. Commie looked down at him. They both chuckled. Slowly they moved closer towards each other's faces. Their eyes closed, and their lips touched. They held there for a moment, as if frozen in time, before pulling away. The happiness, however, stayed in the room.

"Hey, why don't you stay the night?" asked Commie.

"That sounds perfect." Ancom laid back on his shoulder, as their smiles were illuminated by the television's blue glow. "I guess this is what Leftist unity is like."

"If this is what it's like, I wouldn't have it any other way."