I pulled into the Washington's drive way. They had a beautiful big three stories home with beautiful lights on the side of the sidewalks.
I check the time on my radio, which read that it was seven twenty-five, I arrive just in time.
Since I had five minutes to waste, I decided to call Miss. Courtney.
When I dial her number, she'd answered after the first ring.
"Did you get there safety?" She asked me immediately.
"Yes I did." I answered.
"Okay! I hope you're having fun. Remember, you're still have to be back before twelve, or you're going to have to do extra chores."
"I know." I said irritatingly, I was still a little grumpy from my lack of sleep.
"Okay! By the way, one more thing, Danisha was wondering if you knew where the PlayStation remote control is."
Danisha was one of the girls that I share a dorm with. She is a sweet six year old that warms my heart.
"Tell her to look under my pillow, it should be under there, also tell her that I have a surprise for her in my front backpack."
"Okay, I'll tell her." She said.
We talk for a little bit, and then ended our call.
I shove my phone back into the pocket of my jeans, then turned the engine of my car off.
I grab the Wal-Mart bag from the backseat, got out my car and turn the alarm on.
Even though Mr. and Mrs. Washington lived in a safe majority rich white neighborhood, but you could never be too safe.
I start making my way to their front door; the sidewalk that connects to the driveway to the front door was extremely long. For me doing all this walking, I have better lost at least three pounds.
When I made it to the front door, I made sure that I looked alright, making sure that there wasn't anything stuck on my sweater. When I felt like I looked okay, I rang the doorbell.
A couple a seconds later, I could hear someone messing with the locks of the door. The door then opens revealing Mr. Washington behind it.
"Hey, you made it right on time." He said.
"Hey." I said softly.
"Well… come on in." he said, moving to the side, allowing enough room for me to enter into his home.
"How you're doing?" He asked me after shutting the door.
I shrug my shoulders, feeling a little awkward being in their home. I didn't quite understand why they invited me to dinner. They could have just asked the neighbor next door or one of their close friends. I had rarely spoken to Mr. or Mrs. Washington during training. Mr. Washington would usually be on the road with the WWE, and if Mrs. Washington was there, she would just be in the office. The only time they talk to me or any of the other students was on our first day of training.
"I'm a little tired, been studying late at night for the past two weeks for the finals. I have a lot of sleeping to catch up on this weekend." I said.
"That's good." He said.
"Eh." I replied.
"What is in the bag?" He asked, noticing my Wal-Mart bag.
"Gifts." I answered.
"What kind of gifts?" said Sharmell, entering the living room, who on the other hand I must say, looked like she was about to pop. She was only four mouths along in her pregnancy, but since she was preggo with twins, she looked like she was about seven months.
"Even though this dinner invite was extremely random, I still thought that it would've been rude if I didn't bring you guys anything."
"What kind of things?" Mr. Washington asked.
"Well…" I said, putting one of my hands in the bag, and pulling out a pack of cigars. "These are for you, Mr. Washington. " I said handling over to him. "I have seen you smoke theses on your break."
"Thank Angelica." He said gratefully, placing them in the chest pocket of his shirt.
I turn to look at Mrs. Washington. "And as for you, Mrs. mom-to-be. Every day at training I see you snacking on these at the academy.
Sharmell eyes suddenly raises. "You didn't." She said.
I pulled a bag of fun sizes chocolate turtles from the bag.
"You shouldn't have." She said, snatching the bag out my hand, beginning to open it. "Sorry, I just really need one right now."
"Now Sharmell, you can't have any until after dinner. That's all you been eating all day girl." said Mr. Washington.
"Oh baby, come on. I haven't had any chocolate turtles, since two hours ago. Just let me have one now, and I won't have any for the rest of the night. I promise. Please." Mrs. Washington begs.
She continues to beg, until Mr. Washington gave in.
"Alright! You're only allowed to eat one, so take one out and handle it over to me."
"Thanks babe." Sharmell said, taking one chocolate turtle out the bag, then hand it over to Mr. Washington.
She then roughly shove the chocolate turtle in her mouth, smacking as she chew, then licks her fingers.
When she went to look over at me and Mr. Washington, we both were giving her the look.
"Sorry about that, it wasn't ladylike, but I couldn't help it, there so delicious."
"It's all good." I said. "You're pregnant with twins, and having weird hormones going all over the place." I said, lightly patting Sharmell pregnant belly. For a second, I felt a little jealous that Sharmell twins would be able to come into the world, when they are supposed to, and have parents that would love and nurture them. The urge of depression was seeking through my thoughts, which I quickly push to the side.
"Don't worry. I act like that when I'm on my period, with snickers of course. Men don't understand." I said.
"Agreed." Said Mrs. Washington, rubbing her tummy.
Mr. Washington suddenly clears his throat, gaining me and Mrs. Washington attention.
"Sharmell darling, the food is getting cold. Angelica, are you ready to eat?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I'm ready whenever y'all are."
"Well… I and the children are starving." Said Mr. Washington,
We all giggle at Sharmell comment, as we made our way to the dining room.