The sound of screams and a chainsaw echoed around you, blasting through the surroundsound speakers of the movie theater you were in. The newest rendition of Scream was to die for.

But neither you nor Jill were actually watching.

Instead, you leaned over towards Jill's seat, her hand buried in your hair to tug you closer as she fervently kissed you, drowning out the movie entirely. How did you guys always get so distracted?