Author's Note: Yay! It's up! I had so much fun writing this chapter and I'm actually happy with the way it came out, so I hope you like it too!
Oh, if you like Harry Potter and Roll Playing Sites, then you'll love the LC! There are wonderful people and so many places to RP, I've been there for almost three years it I never get tired of it. If you're interested, there is a link on my profile. On the site, I'm a 3rd year Gryffindor and my username is Jyssica Marie. If you have any questions at all, e-mail me at little_
Disclaimer: I own the restaurant, Abbie, Corey, the host, the waiter, and Sergio. Anybody else belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
Edit: Thank you to x Vampire Bizznitch x for realizing my launguage mistake :)
"Wake up," I heard Aunt Alice scream close to me before I felt her jump on my bed.
"Oof," I groaned as I flopped onto the floor, taking my blanket and pillow with me. Lying face down on the floor, I heard Aunt Alice make her way to the edge of the bed and peak over the side to look down at me.
"You okay?" I could tell by her voice that she was fighting back laughter.
Laughter was winning.
"Fine," I mumbled into the carpet. Before I had time to get up, I heard my bedroom door creek open and then Uncle Em's booming laughter made the carpet vibrate.
"What did you do, sleep on the floor?" I looked up and glared at him.
"Not funny," I mumbled. He shook his head, still laughing and walked over to me. Gripping my upper arms, he lifted me to my feet as if I were a toddler. "Thank you," I mumbled, adjusting my pajamas.
"Anyway, I came in to wake you up-,"
"Pfft, no kidding!"
"Shush, I came to wake you up so we can get you ready," she announced happily, grabbing my arm and pulling me downstairs.
"Morning Momma," I greeted as Aunt Alice pushed me into a chair.
"Good Morning, Sweetheart," she smiled, putting a bowl of cereal in front of me. Well, she was in a good mood!
"Rose," Aunt Alice called as she stood behind me, messing with me hair.
"Help me," I mouthed to Momma, who chuckled. Aunt Alice gave a frustrated sigh and walked away from me.
"Rose, get your blonde butt down here!" Momma walked up behind me.
"I'll distract her with a pair of shoes while you escape," she whispered in my ear, winking at me.
"You will do no such thing," Aunt Alice scolded, pushing her out of the way.
"I tried," Momma shrugged, sitting down across from me.
"Alice, what the hell do you want," Aunt Rose asked, obviously ticked.
"Don't look at me like that! We need to get Abbie ready for her date," Aunt Alice grinned.
"I almost forgot," Aunt Rose smirked before she disappeared.
Oh god, help me.
"Can I eat and shower now," I asked before Aunt Alice ran off. I assumed that meant yes.
As soon as I finished eating, Aunt Rose and Aunt Alice returned. When I saw what they were carrying, I groaned a little louder than needed. Aunt Rose was carrying two big make-up kits and Aunt Alice had three different sized curling irons and a blow dryer in one hand! In the other hand she had a box of hair products.
"Are you trying to kill me," I asked, my voice a little higher than usual.
"Nope," Aunt Rose smiled.
"We want Corey to die when he sees you," Aunt Alice told me, putting the box down, "Well, not literally. Now go shower," she told me pushing me toward the stairs.
"Come on Abbie," I heard Aunt Alice call from the other side of the bathroom door.
"I don't wanna," I whined.
And, honestly, I was nervous as it was. Taking four hours to get ready would only make it worse. I mean, what if I made an idiot of myself? What if I said something stupid? What if…
I stopped myself. Asking a bunch of 'what if' wouldn't make me feel any better or anything.
As I wrapped my robe around me, throwing my wet hair in a ponytail, Aunt Alice burst through the door.
"Hello! Privacy!" I all but screamed. She rolled her eyes, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me down the stairs.
It took a lot of whining and arguing, but after four and a half hours, I was ready. Half of my hair was pulled back into a ponytail and the other half rested on my shoulders in tight curls. A few strands had fallen out of the hair tie and were curled, swaying in front of my face as I walked. I had a light pink lip-gloss on, plumping my lips a bit and giving them a bit of a shine, and subtle light brown eye shadow with mascara. I was sitting in my pink robe, letting Aunt Alice put the finishing touches on my hair, when I heard a knock on the door. Crap!
"That's him," Aunt Alice sang, taking my hand and pulling me out of the chair, "We'll keep him busy, you change," she instructed. I nodded and rushed up stairs.
If they embarrass me I swear to god…
Quickly I changed into my dress and slipped my shoes on. I could hear the vibration of voices from below me, but I couldn't make out what was being said. They better not be giving him a hard time either.
"Alright, stop torturing him," I told my family as I walked downstairs, smiling and blushing at the same time when I saw Corey stand up.
He wore a black button down shirt with a blood red tie, ironic much, and black jeans. I could tell by the light pink tint on his cheeks that my family, mainly Daddy and my uncles, had been pushing his buttons. I watched him stare at me, swallowing hard.
Aw, he was nervous.
"We were being nice," Uncle Em pouted.
"Mhmm," I rolled my eyes, reaching for Corey's sleeve and pulling him toward the door.
"Don't stay out too late," Grandma Esme called, pretending to be my mother, as I put my coat on and followed Corey out to an old pick-up truck. He opened the door for me and closed it for me once I was in before walking and climbing into the drivers' side.
"You look gorgeous tonight, but the way," he complimented.
"Thank you," I mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of my dress and blushing, "You clean up well yourself."
"Thanks." There were a few moments of silence before I looked at him.
"Where are we going," I asked, honestly curious.
"It's a surprise," he smirked, pulling into the empty parking lot of 'Ciao Bella.'
What?
He must have seen the confusion on my face because he parked the car and leaned over to me.
"You'll see," he whispered in my ear before climbing out of the car and over to my side. He opened the door and took my hand, making sure I didn't fall as I got out of the truck. We walked up a staircase to the door and I looked around in awe. There where twinkle lights wrapped around the railing leading up to the entrance. Rose petals were scattered on the red carpet attached to the stairs.
"Good evening," the host greeted with a smile as we entered, grabbing two menus, "We've been expecting you, right this way," he said with a twinkle in his bright green eyes. Still confused, I linked my arm with Corey's and followed the host into the main dining room. It was completely empty! Oh boy, does he have some explaining to do. We were lead to a table in the middle of the room. There were two candles in the center along with a vase full of roses. After we told the host what we wanted to drink, I turned to Corey and raised an eyebrow at him.
"What," he asked, grinning.
"Would you like to explain to me why we're sitting in an empty restaurant?" He chuckled.
"The owner has been a good friend of my dad's since I was little. Well, the other day I asked him if he would save a table for us. Either he misunderstood or he thought this would be better," he said, looking around as our drinks were placed in front of us.
"Ciao," the waiter greeted before beginning to speak Italian to us. I didn't think we would be able to order anything, since I had no idea what he was saying, but Corey began to speak fluent Italian to him, as if he were raised in Rome. I listened to the Italian words roll off his tongue before I gave him an odd look and the waiter walked back toward the kitchen.
"Sergio, the cook and owner of this place, taught me to speak Italian when I was very young," he explained, "I ordered you the spaghetti and meatballs by the way, I hope you don't mind." I shook my head.
"Tell me about you," I said out of the blue. He smiled and looked at me.
"I live with my dad. We've moved around a few times but we always end up back here. Sergio and him have been friends since they were in high school, he's like my second dad," he stopped and looked away. I couldn't tell why but I didn't want to make him feel bad.
"Well you already met the psycho people I call my family," I smiled, changing the subject. He shuddered.
"Your family scares me," he admitted. I groaned.
"What did they do," I asked, a little afraid of what the answer might be. He shrugged.
"Nothing, really," he said, "just asked questions."
"Did they ask the whole 'what are your intentions with our sister' crap?" He nodded and I groaned again.
"They seem nice though, I mean other than that. That Emmett guy seemed cool," he told me. I grinned.
"I'm glad you like them, they'll never leave us alone," I told him. He opened his mouth to say something but someone interrupted him.
"Corey," a man called with a thick Italian accent. Turning around, I saw a man I assumed was the cook walking towards us with two plates in his hands. Corey grinned and stood up. The man put the plates in front of us before giving Corey a hug and speaking Italian to him. I watched them as they spoke, feeling a little left out, until the man turned to me.
"Abbie, this is Sergio," Corey introduced with a smile. I stood up and held my hand out to him, I wasn't sure if he understood much English, so I said the only Italian word I knew.
"Ciao," I smiled and he grinned.
"Ciao, Abbie," he greeted before kissing my hand and turning to Corey, "Molto Bella," he complimented. I blushed. I knew what that meant. Corey nodded and my face turned redder as I sat back down.
Soon, Sergio went back to the kitchen and Corey sat down across from me again. We spent the next half an hour play twenty questions, learning a lot about each other, before Corey paid for the meal and led me back to his truck. As he drove back to my house, I stared out the window most of the time. At least, I did until Corey reached over for my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. I looked over to see him grinning at me and I smiled back.
"I had fun tonight," I admitted as he walked me to my door.
"I did too," he smiled, still holding my hand. When we reached the door, I put my hand on the knob to open it, but was stopped when Corey turned me around to face him. I raised an eyebrow before I blushed as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I knew what was coming next. As his face got closer, I was completely aware of the fact that my family was probably watching us.
When his lips touched mine, my only thought was, don't pass out Abbie, whatever you do, don't pass out!
My body didn't listen to my head and blackness took over.
Author's Note: Don't worry! Abbie's fine, she's just like her mother though. :)
Funny Story:
So the other day my mom and I were walking through the mall and she was telling me all about her boyfriend. Well, being the completely random person I am, I told her that I wanted to dye my hair blonde, as a joke. Well my mother, being who she is, goes "I can never dye my hair blonde." And I asked her why and she says "Craig, hates blondes," So I looked at her, having Twilight on my mind as always and ask, "Does he prefer brunettes." She looked at me and raised her eyebrow before she nodded. I couldn't control myself. I started laughing so hard and she asks, "What's so funny about that?" I shook my head and say, "Nevermind, Ma, it's a Twilighter thing. You wouldn't understand," so she let it go.
Preview:
"Abbie, I have to tell you something," Corey said, looking at the ground.
It took all I had not to start crying then and there.
---Jyssica