NIKKI'S POV
"Come with me." Said the waiter with a thick dark mustache and a heavy italian accent. We followed him and he led us into a booth near the window.
"Thank you." Said Brandon. We sat down and looked through our menus. I tapped on my cheek inspecting the menu. There was risotto, spaghetti , noodles, etc. I finally slapped down the menu.
"I don't know what I'm going to get. It all looks too good." I said. "And smells to good." I said sniffing the air. I let out a big sigh. Brandon just grinned and waves his hand up and resumed looking at the menu.
"I'll take care of that." I just sat back in the booth and looked out the window. There was a family coming in. A mom, grandpa, Dad, son, daughter, baby.
I wondered if me and Brandon would ever be a family like that. A big happy family. I then put my hands on the dark wood table and looked up. Brandon was ordering. But he was whispering to the waiter. He wants to give me a surprise! That's so sweet. I was having massive cases of RCS (Roller Coaster Syndrome.) Brandon turned to me once the waiter left and winked.
"What's going on these days?" He asked with a wide grin.
"Nothing much. Jus Brianna taking care of her problem of me and you in... her own way. Hint, running away." Brandon gave a shocked look.
"Has she came back yet?" He asked.
"Oh! Yeah she came back the day she left." Brandon looked relieved. They were really good buddies back in the day. And now I'm not sure that will happen anymore...
Then a minute later the waiter came back with a steaming plate of spaghetti. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Shouldn't there be 2 plates?" I asked buttering a piece of bread and gobbling it up.
"Does it really?" I said hinting at the really part.
"So..." Brandon said entwining his fingers with mine. I did the same and rested my head on his should as we were walking. Brandon gave me a kiss on the head and walked on. As soon as we got to the car he set me inside because I was getting tired. I layer my head on the back seat and snored a little. The car's vibration from driving was very soothing. In my dreams I heard a door slam and I assumed that it meant we were there. I was still half asleep when I felt a strong pair of arms hoist me in there grasp and carry me into a warm place. I heard another door close. Then I was surrounded with cushiness. I opened my eyes and saw myself next to a warm fireplace on a soft couch. I looked up into Brandon's eyes and smiled. He was sitting next to me, stroking my hair sweetly. I felt him grab my hand and plant a light peck on my nose. I never felt the hand leave mine until I drifted off into sleep.
I lazily opened my eyes and yawned. I rubbed my eyes and lifted up my arms to stretch.
"Nikki?" I heard a mans voice say. Oh! I was at Brandon's!
"I'm awake." I said standing up. I sniffed the air and followed my nose into the kitchen. It smelled like cinnamon and sweet vanilla. I saw Brandon in a chefs hat and matching apron that said "Kiss the cook." He was hunched over the stove every now and then tasting it.
"Nice Apron." I said giggling. He chuckled and turned towards me.
"You know you wanna." He said pointing to the words. I rolled my eyes while grinning and shuffling towards him.
"I guess." I said. I then attached his lips to mine. He tangled his hands in my hair tugging at random strands. I put my hands on his face and pulled away. "Thats for another time." I said while playfully punching him in the arm. He smiled and then continued cooking. I sat down on the chair and picked up a newspaper. I read the date. Aah perfect, todays paper. I looked at the title and my mouth dropped. "Mayor Buck Rudy, married miss Mackenzie Hollister." I gritted my teeth. That killer whale in sparkly nail polish and Jimmy choos! I dropped the newspaper and said. "Whelp, not reading about that
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